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.

sight of the bloodstains

followed!” Danny said, with a glance at the

my company so much, I’d say let him come. We can show him around the

he was referring to

the excess loss of blood. I leaned against the door and

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

been laying back 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

Bummer,” Abe said with amusement. “No matter, to

of heading back to the villa, we headed

had passed out before making sense of

sheets that I lay on

which seemed to have spread. Even the

I slumped back into bed, drenched

felt dry as if I hadn’t

table next to me but I was unable

and grabbed a glass. I glanced up

cried, stunned. My throat seared with

smile across his lips. “Would you like a

parched,”

bed next to me. With his hands around my waist, he held me up and

“You’re not well. Don’t even

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