Shay:
I wasn’t sure where we were going, but I didn’t ask. I didn’t have the energy to. My fingers played absentmindedly with the pendant around my neck as the streetlights flickered past, casting long shadows over Saint’s face. He looked focused, his jaw set, his hands gripping the wheel with purpose.
I still felt the phantom pressure of Shawn’s hands on me, the fear lingering like a ghost in my bones. But every time I glanced at Saint, it faded just a little. He came for me. He saved me. I don't know how, or why, but he did. My hero. My Saint.
I barely noticed when we pulled into a parking lot until Saint hopped out, walking around to my side of the truck. He opened the door and lifted me out gently, his arms steady and warm. My feet touched the ground, but he didn’t let go right awa
