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In Cordonia, in the middle of the Homecoming Ball

Liam's speech was interrupted by the lights turning off. The hairs on the back of your neck starts to rise. Something feels wrong. Panic starts to rise as you hear gunshots around you. Screams pierce your ears and you lose balance because of people bumping
you. The light flickers back to life and your eyes take a moment to adjust. You see nobles running for the exits, but you are locked in place.

You search for Liam in the chaosand find him fighting assassins with his security team. He ducks under a knife-wielding fighter and throws another one over his shoulder. You start to run for him hoping that somehow you can help, but an assassin
pulls out a gun and points it at you. You freeze in place. Oh no.You look at him, fear in your chest, as he pulls the trigger. Everything seemed to move in slow motion.

"Catheryne!" You hear Liam's scream in the background. Accepting your fate, it takes you a moment to realizethat a body has stepped in front of you.

"NO!"

The impact of the bullet sends you and Drake falling to the ground. You hit your head and your vision blurs. You try to sit up but a throbbing pain in your head stops you.

"Drake! Drake! Come on. Please don't do this. Open your eyes!" You scream at one of your best friends, trying to crawl out from underneath him. Your eyes catches the sight of his green shirt becoming quickly drenched by takes over
you. You feel as if all the air has just been sucked out of the room. You take a deep breath and close your eyes to take control of the racing horse that is your emotions.

A bodyguard runs over to you. "Duchess Catheryne, you need to come with me. We need to get you to safety. King Liam's orders." He helps you off from Drake's unconscious body.

"No!" You angrily yell at him. "I am not leaving Drake here. You need to call for an ambulance. NOW!" He stares at you for a second. Realizing your conviction, he pulls out a phone from his pocket.

While he dials for an ambulance, you attend to your unresponsive friend lying on the floor. You put two fingers on a spot on his neck to check his pulse. It's weak.Come now, Walker. You gotta love, ok. You gotta live. Use that anger of yours to fight to live. You gotta wake up so we can rain hell on these sons of bitches that dared to attack us.You
control your thoughts and wait for help while applyingpressure on Drake's wounds. He breathes weakly. You start to speak to him, hoping that some way that would help him by giving him something to focus on.

"Stay with me, Walker, that is an order. Focus on my and Little Bartie needs you. I need you. Liam needs you, so you can't go. You know he needs you to look out for him what with all these nobles around who wants to stab him in the
back the moment they get a chance. Remember telling me that? You know I always thought you to be unpleasant, but the more I realized that you are completely right. That's right I said it. You are right! You can rub it on my face when you wake up."

You are about to continue when you hear the doors violentlyswingopen to the ballroom.