Hugh was once again at Waverley Station waiting for his mate. He’d lost count of how many times he’d done this since that fateful night five years ago when he thought he had lost her. He hadn’t just physically almost lost her, he’d almost lost her heart too. It took Annie a long time to recover after that night and Hugh didn’t need reminding that it was his fault that it had happened in the first place. He’d underestimated his opponent, a mistake that he’d made damn sure would never happen again. Thankfully, Annie had forgiven him and after much soul-searching, she had finally forgiven herself. Hugh, if he was honest with himself, didn’t really understand why she was so upset, the men they killed were only humans after all and not even good ones at that. They were drug dealers, scum as far
