Pure terror ripped through me.
“Hersh!”
His eyes opened instantly again at the sound of my voice.
Locked onto mine.
Focused.
Like hearing me mattered more than the bullet inside him.
“There you are,” he rasped quietly.
The emotion in those three words nearly shattered me.
My hands shook against his face.
“You cannot scare me like this.”
Another round cracked nearby.
Wolf dropped beside us first, rifle raised toward the ridge.
“Snipers are pulling back!”
Rook appeared seconds later through the rain like death itself.
Cold eyes.
Controlled fury.
“Shepherd’s retreating.”
“Hunt him,” Hersh growled instantly.
Blood stained his teeth when he spoke.
My stomach twisted violently.
“You are not dying while giving orders!” I snapped.
Both men looked at me.
I didn’t care.
I was past caring.
Past fear.
Past pretending this man didn’t own entire pieces of my heart already. He always has.
“You hear me?” I grabbed his vest harder. “You do not get to leave me.”
Something changed in his face then.
Not physically.
Deeper than that.
