Chapter 138
- I clung to Theron, arms wrapped tightly around his waist, breathing him in his familiar scent tinged faintly with the acrid edge of gunpowder. Tears streamed freely down my cheeks. In that moment, nothing else existed. Just him. His warmth. His smell. His presence.
- “I heard... gunshots,” I whispered, tilting my head up to meet his eyes.
- “I killed the bastard,” he murmured, voice low and grave.