“She’s dead,” a robotic voice growled above my head.
I looked up.
Red purge mask.
Voice muffler.
Combat gear from head to toe.
Tristan Hale was standing in front of me, holding a gun.
The motherfucker justkilledTierney.
MyTierney.
The love of my life.
His seconds left on this earth severely decreased.
He better start fucking running.
Part Two
The Chase
Chapter Thirty-Six
Then
She woke up in a hospital with tubes in her veins.
Groggy, aching, and feeling like her lungs were full of lead.
The memories rushed to the forefront of her mind.
The alcohol. The despair. The fire.
Achilles.
The only thing she’d ever wanted was for him to be happy and thrive. And somehow, she couldn’t even get this right because, instead of eliminating herself from his life in a way that wouldn’t make him struggle with a decision, she’d hurt him. Maybe even killed him.
What if he died?
What if she’s caused permanent damage?
She ripped the needles and tubes from her veins. Pushing up on wobbly knees, she staggered to the door. Her vision was blurry, and she bumped into things.
“I—I need to see him,” she whimpered, even though she was alone. “I have t—to make sure that h—he’s okay.”
Once in the hallway, she flung her shoulder against a wall to support herself.
He’d saved her.
She’d tried to commit suicide, set her room on fire, and he’d saved her.
Idiot! She was supposed to save him from herself. From a life with a barren wife and a family that’d forever resent him once they found out her secret.
“Whoa. Easy there, tigress.” Tiernan rushed toward her from the other side of the hallway, steadying her with his hands. “You need to be in bed.”
