Asher's POV
Sierra jumps out of the truck, but stops shortly to look back at me. "Asher," she whispers while ducking down. "What?" I question, unbuckling myself slowly, trying to look as as if I'm not moving much.
If whoever shot me thinks I'm severely hurt, we have a better shot at getting away. However, Sierra's putting a dent in my plan by staying near the truck.
"I told you to run," I tell her through clenched teeth and she sighs. "I can't leave you. Let me crawl in and help you, I can't do this alone Asher," she whispers and I sigh. "Just stay down and out of sight," I tell her. "And you'll be just fine."
"Asher," she says again and I groan. "What now Sierra?" She frowns and reaches for my hand, rubbing circles on it. "As sweet as this is, now isn't the time," I mumble and she let
