When There Is Nothing Left But Love

Ashton approached us with narrowed eyes.

A bullet whistled narrowly passed his head.

“Ashton, stay where you are if you want her to live,” Abe shouted. “Her life is far more valuable than yours. I’m not going to exchange you for her. It would be in your best interests if you allow us to leave, or I would not be able to promise that she won’t bleed to death.”

Ashton froze, his eyes locked on my arm and the ghastly pool of blood that had gathered on the ground.

“Let them pass!” he commanded his men as though it was an easy decision for him.

Joseph stared at him in surprise; he was prepared to capture Abe once and for all. “Mr. Fuller, this is our only chance to…”

“Let them pass!” Ashton repeated with his pained gaze on me.

Abe kept his grip tightly on me and walked towards a junction that led towards another path.

At the sight of Ashton lowering his gun, Abe cackled with delight.

He tossed me in the car with Danny at the wheel. He sped off as soon as the doors slammed shut.

Abe grinned down at me. His eyes were reduced to slits in his malice. “Ms. Stovall, much obliged to you for getting me out of that.”

I glared at him as fiercely as I could. The blood that I had lost was making me dizzy.

Abe laughed at my fury. “To Marshville!” he ordered Danny.

speak but caught sight of the bloodstains upon my arm.

Danny said,

Ashton enjoys my company so much, I’d say let him come. We

to me as my arm was still

felt dizzy due to the excess loss of blood. I leaned against the door

at me and said, “Sir, she might not make

remark, he cast a lazy glance toward

I think they’re gone.” Danny shook his

said with amusement. “No

Instead of heading back to the villa, we headed

out before making

white sheets that I lay

pain in my arm which seemed to have spread. Even the slightest movement was too much

painful attempts, I slumped back into bed, drenched in a cold

dry as if I hadn’t had anything

glasses of water on the table next to me but I was unable

nowhere, a slender hand reached out and grabbed a glass. I glanced

“Armond!” I cried, stunned. My throat seared with pain from the mere utterance of his

smile across his lips. “Would you like a

throat’s parched,” I

shifted his position and sat on my bed next to me. With his hands around my waist, he held me up and leaned me on his body against my

reluctance. “You’re not

along with him. He