“Is he…? Did you…?”
Raina’s gaze dropped to her hands. “He’s dead.”
“Holy s**t, Raina. I’m so sorry you had to do that. Are you okay?”
She shrugged, her move coupled with a wince.
Adam brushed her hair aside with his un-bandaged hand. The bruises on her neck were dark and ugly. But they were the last mark Street would ever put on her body. “I should have protected you.”
She shook her head. “You did. You taught me what I needed to know. And you helped me to believe in myself.”
“I’m so sorry you went through that.”
“I’m better off than you are. I didn’t need surgery.”
“Surgery? How long have I been out?”
“A few hours. It’s almost eleven.”
“Is that why Sharon didn’t want you in here?”
Raina nodded.
“So you told her you’re going to marry me?”
Raina gasped, her eyes widening. “I th
