She was limping worse than ever, her face pale and drawn, but she was okay, and she was here. He kept running. People moved out of her way. The relief in her eyes when she caught sight of him was so strong that he choked back a sob and launched himself into her arms. Ignoring whatever pain the bullet wound was causing her, she wrapped both arms around him, warm and strong. He hugged her hard in return and pressed his cheek to her, breathing in the lingering scent of smoke and the underlying musk that was all Sparkle.
“You came,” he managed in a hoarse whisper.
She nodded against his cheek, her long hair scraping him lightly. “We got him, baby.”
That made him lift his head to search her eyes. “You did? Who?”
“Sabrina. She’s the link to the cell, and she already confessed to sending you
