For the rest of her life, Zoe would remember the second that Scars came bursting out through that wall of smoke and flame.
He was holding a wrapped little bundle tight against his chest. He was coughing, tears streaking tracks through the thick layer of soot on his face. He was running like hell, like a man running from death.
And he looked… bright. Glowing.
Like an avenging angel. He’d never looked more destroyed, more fierce.
He’d never looked more beautiful.
“Jesus f**k!” Holt grabbed Keira and ran over to Zoe, who had fallen to her knees with her arms outstretched. He shouted over his shoulder, “Down, man… down on the ground! Guys… help him!”
Without a word, Scars dropped. Zoe lost sight of him as Keira lay silent in her arms, just caught glimpses of the man that she loved throug
