Chapter Twenty-Eight
Amalie choked on a breath as she forced her body to move, pushing away from Tyson. John. She had to get to John.
The guard stood over him, a scowl on his face. “Traitors always get what they deserve.”
Amalie knew the words were meant for her, but at that moment, she didn’t care. All she saw was her oldest friend lying in the dirt with his life seeping out of him. For her. It was all for her.
She reached his side, and the guard didn’t stop her as she rolled John onto his back. His breath rasped out as if liquid filled his lungs.
It no longer mattered what he’d done to her. She didn’t see the man who’d kept Tyson from her these last few years or the one who’d lied countless times. She’d worried for so long about the blood he’d spilled, not knowing what kind of man t
