"I thought you were lifeless."
Celeste stood within the doorway. Blood on her cheek. The gun is still heated in her hand. She stared at Damien like he would possibly disappear.
"nearly." He leaned at the wall, one hand pressed to his aspect. Blood darkened his shirt. "Rylan's bullet neglected my coronary heart by an inch."
"How did you get out?"
"Marcus grabbed me. Threw me in an automobile. We slightly made it."
Celeste closed the gap in two brief steps and hugged him tough. He winced however held her.
"I have no idea I lost you," she whispered.
"not but. no longer tonight."
They just stood there for a long term — respiration, clinging to the reality that they were nevertheless breathing. The safehouse smelled of damp and vintage dust. Quiet. Empty except for them.
"Maybe we shou
