AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Darlin’, I ain’t letting go of you. Not ever again.”
“Does this mean you’re not breaking up with me?”
He sets me down. “What?”
“The breakup. Have you come to your senses and decided to forgive and forget?”
He looks bewildered. “You really want to talk about this here? Now?”
“Yes! So answer the damn question.”
I must have concussion because now is not the place to have this discussion. But I’m determined to have it.
A rough breath leaves his lips. “I don’t want to say goodbye. I never did.”
“Then fucking don’t.”
He gives me one of his rare smiles as he shakes his head. “You’re impossible.”
“I know, but it’s one of the reasons why you love me.” My smile fades. “You do still love me, right?”
To respond, he steps closer, takes my face in his big hands, and kisses me. His tongue slides into my mouth, and I moan. His answer is loud and clear.
He takes my hand. “You sure you can walk?”
“Yes, now get me home.”
“First, let me call Jack.”
As he reaches inside his cut for his cell, something catches in the corner of my eye.
A shadow rises out of the dark water like a swamp creature and takes aim at Ares.
“No,” I cry.
As it fires, I step in front of Ares, and everything turns black.
ARES
“There’s nothing you can do for her,” the doctor says as he ushers me out of the room. He’s British, his words clipped and fancy.
“Is she going to die?” I can barely talk around the lump in my throat.
Inside, I’m a fucking mess.
Since getting Rory to the hospital, I keep reliving the horror when she stepped in front of me and took the bullet to her chest and fell to the ground.
“It’s too soon to tell, I’m afraid. We’ve done what we can, it’s up to her now.” The doctor tries to give me a sympathetic look but looks awkward instead. Either the cut I’m wearing scares him, or it excites him. It’s hard to tell. “In the meantime, let’s get you fixed up. That shoulder has got to be hurting.”
“I don’t need anything,” I say gruffly.
“But you’ve been shot.”
The moment Rory fell, I charged at the psycho. He shot me in the shoulder, but it wasn’t enough to stop me. Through the pain and threat of death, I took his gun from him and shot him.
A lot.
Now, I’m bleeding. But I’m too wired on adrenaline to feel the pain.
