SUNDAY. NEXGEN OFFICES, ERBIL, KURDISTAN.HEADERHERE.
ERIN COULDN'T BREATHE. EVERYTHING hurt.
"Riley?" She rolled and pain shot up her spine.
That wasn't good.
"Erin? Erin!" He shouted her name, grasping for her.
"I'm right here." She grabbed his hand and squeezed.
The other SUV shielded them, but for how long? Would the sniper reposition and fire again?
"Erin?" Riley rolled toward her.
She stared down at his body, bracing herself for the worst, but there was no blood.
He wasn't bleeding.
She'd heard the shot, felt the air displaced by the bullet. God, she'd just known he was dead. She pushed up to her knees, her bones screaming in agony, and cupped his face.
"You're okay," she shouted. Whatever had knocked him off his feet, it hadn't signed his death warrant.
Movement from the
