“Get the fucker.” The words pierced the air but I kept running, kept moving. Ducking and dodging bullets. One clipped my thigh and I went down for a second, grunting in agony.
The shed was right through the trees, I could see it. I couldn’t give in now. Not until I had Alessia safe in my arms.
Swinging the assault rifle around, I let it rip, spraying bullets toward my pursuers. I didn’t stop to see if I’d hit anyone, planting my feet under me, I made a dash toward the tree line.
The wet trickle of blood saturated my slacks but I kept running.
I had to reach Alessia and get us out of here.
I had to—
Pain blasted through my side and I started to fall. “No,” I yelled. “No.” I was so close. So fucking close. “Alessia.”
My vision started to flicker as I dragged my body toward the trees. So close…
I was so close.
“Alessia,” I choked out, clawing at the gravel, the earth beneath me. “Principessa.”
But the pain was too much, the blinding agony like a dark cloud swarming me. Consuming me.
Dragging me down to the pits of hell until there was nothing but oblivion.
* * *
“Tristan,stay with me… stay with me,” the voice of an angel called out to me somewhere in the darkness. “Don’t leave, please don’t leave me.”
Her voice.
Alessia.
My Principessa.
I tried to speak, to force out the words lodged into my throat. But I couldn’t.
“No, no…” Her voice wrapped around me, the pain in it squeezing my heart like a vise. “Don’t leave me, please…”
“Sia, Principessa,” the words formed on my lips, barely a whisper. Something brushed my hand, soft and warm.
Was this the end?
“I love you,” she whispered. “I think I have always loved you.”
No.
No.
That wasn’t right.
She didn’t…
She couldn’t.
“Come back to me, please.” Her voice grew quiet. Distant. Cold sweeping in and through me.
I gasped for air, trying to clutch my throat but my arms were like lead.
What was happening?