Chapter 84
Ace
Blood.
Warm blood.
Not from me, not from Aubrey, but from the one woman I ever saw as a mother. The one woman who was allowed to scold me and praise me even though she wasn't in total support of my following my grandfather’s footsteps. The one woman, the only woman who stood by my side when my mother died.
Greta.
“Greta!”
“Greta, look at me. Please, open your eyes and keep looking at me.”
“Jace,” she called, her voice low, weak, and barely holding on. I placed my hands on her gunshot wound, my hands trying to stop the warm blood that flowed out of her like a broken faucet.
Please don’t die.
“Greta, I'm here… do not close your eyes.” I continue to repeat with my trembling hands on her wound.
The bullet wasn’t through and through, it was still inside her.
