“Tiana!” I shout again, following her into the forest. “Tiana. Stop!” On the uneven terrain, I start to catch up to her when a bullet whistles past me, slamming into a tree trunk. “Cazzo!” Another bullet hits near Tiana’s feet, and she shrieks before falling to her knees. She scrambles up and continues to run, screaming, “Please, Armani! Stop!” She fucking thinks I’m shooting at her. Stopping dead in my tracks, I search the area and see a man standing three hundred yards from us.
