Walker and Jude stared at each other.
“He wants us to choose,” Jude said.“You can’t get both.”
“I’m not going to get both.I’m getting Harmony.You get Pickens,” Damien growled, nodding to Walker.
“Done,” Walker said, heading toward the door.
“Let’s go get your woman,” Jude said, signaling to Austin and Teddy.
Eve snorted, but she and Rhett followed Walker.They were going to get this fucker.
Harmony foughtto slow her breathing.She had no idea what dying was like, or what would stop the slow and painful release of all the blood from her body, but she figured the more she could slow her bodily functions, the better.
Everything hurt.More than she expected, which seemed like a weird thing.Why wouldn’t dying hurt?Then again, she’d been shot twice, had her nose broken, and was knocked out.Of course, it fucking hurt.
Tears flowed down her cheeks, regret mixing with all the other emotions she felt.She worked so hard throughout her entire life.She spent all her time at work, in school, neglecting an actual life.If she could go back…
She wouldn’t have changed anything.Because if she’d made any changes, she might have missed out on falling in love.
She might have missed out on Damien.
Regret and sadness blended with the love she felt for the man she’d only known a month.Damien saved her in so many ways.She didn’t get to marry him or have kids or love him until he died, but she got to love him until she died.
She wished she could see him one more time.Kiss him and tell him she loved him.She didn’t know how long she’d been there, but she knew it was a long time.The barn was dark, the sounds of nature getting louder as the world outside woke up.She didn’t hear any vehicles passing or sounds of human life.Wherever she was, it was remote.So remote she didn’t bother screaming for help.
No one would have heard her.
If Grant Pickens had the fucking balls to shoot her twice, he knew no one would hear her scream either.
She saved her energy.
Maybe Damien would find her.Maybe he would bury her body somewhere peaceful.They never talked about things like that, but she hoped he found her somewhere nice to rest in peace.Somewhere surrounded by others and not so fucking alone.
She wished she’d told Damien about Grant Pickens from the start.That she’d trusted her gut about the man.She would die with that regret.Maybe Damien would find Grant Pickens.Maybe the asshole would screw up and get caught.Maybe there was some proof he was responsible for all the things he did.
A shrill sound rang out somewhere behind Harmony.She didn’t know what it was, but it startled her.She jumped, moaning with the pain.
Everything hurt.It hurt so fucking much.
She passed out again, the pain dragging her under.She didn’t know how long she had been passed out, but when she came to, she was hallucinating.
“Damien.You came for me.”
“Hey, beautiful.”His hand almost felt real on her cheek.
“You’re such a flatterer.I know I look hideous.”
“You could never look hideous.”
“I’ve never been dying before.”
“You’re not going to die.”His eyebrows pinched together, like he was angry.
She coughed.“I wish I could see you once more.I love you so much, Damien.I wish we’d gotten to grow old together.”
“We will, Harmony.We will.”
“This is a good dream.I know why my dad felt better before he died.When he talked to my mom, he felt better.I feel better talking to you.”
