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.

mouth to speak but caught sight of the bloodstains upon my arm. He frowned and nodded

still being followed!” Danny said, with a glance at the

glanced at me and his lip curled into a cruel sneer. “If Ashton enjoys my company so much, I’d say let him come. We can show him around the city if he

that he was referring to me as my arm was

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

more rounds. He glanced back at me and said, “Sir,

remark, he cast a lazy glance

sir. I think they’re

with amusement. “No matter, to

heading back to

had passed out before

sheets that I lay on

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

attempts, I slumped back into bed, drenched in

felt dry as if I hadn’t had anything to

to me but I was

and grabbed a glass. I

familiar face swam into view. “Armond!” I cried, stunned. My throat seared with pain from the mere utterance

across his lips. “Would you

parched,” I

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

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

with him. He held the glass of water