Chapter 97

• In response to her fear, Lincoln wrapped her in protective embrace, guiding her face into the safety of his neck where she could breathe in his familiar scent, before retrieving something from within his jacket, his hands trembling despite his outward calm.
• Scarlett's eyes widened at the glint of metal in Lincoln's grasp, a gun, gleaming ominously in the car's dim light. The sight of the weapon in her gentle husband's hands was jarring, a stark reminder of how far their world had fallen from peaceful existence.
• A gasp escaped her lips, her mind struggling to reconcile the image of Lincoln with a weapon with the tender man who brought her flowers and wrote love letters. When had their love story become an action movie? When did her husband turn to this...forced to become a warrior?