MARIA'S POV
The rush of adrenaline matched Connor's urgent driving. I could see the sweat form on his forehead and deep down I wondered where he got the strength and courage from.
Not to mention that he still had that bullet in his shoulder, and he was moving so fast without even inching.
"Sorry for your arm," I said, seeing that he might be in pain but wasn't ready to show it. He took just a moment to glance at me and his eyes were filled with shock and gratitude at the same time as it seemed like he wasn't sure what was happening.
He probably thought that I wouldn't say sorry because I didn't care and because I had learnt to become hostile to him.
So it seemed me saying sorry really came as shock to him.
"Thank you, Maria. This means a lot to me," he said and I gulped.
Our car s
