The convoy roared through the night, headlights cutting jagged paths through the darkness. The car Amara sat in smelled of gunpowder, sweat, and blood, Damien’s blood. She pressed her trembling hands against the wound on his side, trying to keep the warmth inside him, whispering prayers she had not spoken in years.
“Stay with me, Damien. Please, stay with me.”
His head lolled against the seat, his breath shallow, skin pale. The fabric of his shirt was drenched scarlet, sticking to her palms. Every bump of the road jolted through his body, and Amara winced each time he groaned faintly.
The men around them were silent, focused, grim. Luke drove like a man possessed, swerving around traffic, ignoring signals, his jaw clenched. In the rearview mirror, his eyes darted to Amara and Damien, th
