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.

to speak but caught sight of the bloodstains upon my

said, with

Ashton enjoys my company so much, I’d say let him come. We can show him around the city if he likes. He should know that a life is

was obvious that he was referring to me as my arm

the excess loss of blood. I leaned against the

at me and said,

with his eyes shut. At Danny’s remark, he cast a lazy glance toward me. “Are they still on our

sir. I think they’re gone.” Danny shook his

said with amusement. “No matter,

heading back to the villa, we headed toward

passed out before making sense

next awoke, the white sheets that I

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

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

throat felt dry as if I hadn’t had anything to drink for

several glasses of water on the table next to me but

reached out and grabbed a glass. I

familiar face swam into view. “Armond!” I cried, stunned. My

across his lips. “Would you

parched,”

around my waist, he held me

sensed my reluctance. “You’re not well. Don’t

to go along with him. He held the glass of water near my