Chapter Twenty-Eight
Death was whispering to me. The same bad pick-up line I’d heard a thousand times before.
When I managed to open my eyes, I almost wished Christina had run. I just wanted some rest. More than that, I needed medical attention. But she appeared too traumatized and confused to realize. As she stood frozen in shock, I could feel the life pouring from my right forearm.
“Looks like I’m a killer after all,” she said, quivering as she stared at the body of the man who had ruined her life.
I tried to say something but once again, my tongue refused to work properly. Damn thing kept letting me down. Christina needed to get her ass in gear and call an ambulance.
“So, I’ll still be on the run,” she added, blankly.
The comforting blanket of sleep reached out to cover me, but I
