He’d most likely spend the rest of his life in prison, but at least he’d be alive, and her father wouldn’t be left completely alone.
Grant’s face filled her mind, her tears freezing against her cheeks before they could fall to the ground. Her greatest regret was that she hadn’t told him she loved him.
Brynnon continued to lay there, helpless. Dying. She wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but soon felt her muscles relax and the violent shivers subsiding.
Her breathing shallowed and her pulse weakened. Oddly, she no longer felt cold and the unbearable pain from before had become nothing more than a dull ache. Even on the verge of unconsciousness, Brynnon knew she was dying.
When her eyelids became too weighted to keep open, she gave up the fight and slowly let them close. Using the last of her remaining mental strength, she brought forth her most cherished memory.
Picturing the way Grant looked as he danced with her, she let go and drifted off to sleep. Before the last sliver of consciousness gave way, Brynnon whispered a silent prayer her death wouldn’t push him over the edge for good.
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Chapter 21
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“Where’s Brynnon?” Grantscanned Billy Cantrell’s room, but she wasn’t there.
“She and Martin left a little while ago.” William Cantrell stood. “Why? Did you find something?”
“They left the hospital?” Fear threatened to choke him as he pulled out his phone and tried calling her.
“No. Just the room. Did you find the shooter?”
Derek scoffed. “You could say that.”
“Where’d they go?” Grant demanded, a tidal wave of fear threatening to take him over when he couldn’t get the call to go through.
Surprised by the alarm in Grant’s voice, the senator’s gaze bounced between them. “Who was it? Who shot my boy?”
Forcing himself to remain calm, Grant ignored the man’s questions. Knowing he needed to keep a clear head, he did his best to treat this like any other job and think of their best course of action.
They could wait for Brynnon and Martin to come back to the room. Logically, Martin had no way of knowing they were onto him, so there’d be no reason for him to be suspicious and take off.
Earlier, however, Coop had made it pretty clear they’d find the person who shot Billy sooner, rather than later. If the guy did get spooked, there was a chance he’d either use Brynnon as a bargaining chip while he made his escape, or the asshole could try and get rid of her, just like he did her brother.
