Katarina’s POV…At The Hospital ..
I woke choking on salt.
My lungs screamed. My throat burned. My ribs ached like they’d been smashed by a truck.
Water poured out of my mouth as I rolled onto my side, coughing, gagging.
The sky above me spun in a thousand colors.
The wind cut across my wet skin like a blade.
I couldn’t move my left ankle. It twisted wrong under me. My hands scraped against cold rock and sand. My shoulder felt torn open.
But I was alive.
Barely.
Flash.
Glass breaking. Bullets flying. The engine screaming.
Vittorio throwing his body over mine.
The weight of him. The heat of his blood.
The last thing I remembered before the crash was him whispering was“Stay down.”I turned my head. The moon hung over black water.
And there, next to me, was him. Vittorio. Lying m
