Dillon blinked at the surge of light, his beleaguered mind ticking over the events. An enemy had sneaked into camp while he was sleeping. He’d attacked and Dillon had fought him off. Where the hell was his weapon? He’d never break the cardinal rule and leave his gun out of arm’s reach.
“Dillon?”
A feminine voice. Cautious. Soft.
He tracked the direction, and his eyes widened. f**k, he’d been dreaming. It hadn’t been real.
“Dillon? Are you awake?”
“Yeah.” He rubbed his hand over his face.
Ella came closer. Blood dribbled down her chin and her bottom lip was swelling. A bright red spot the size of a fist shone like a beacon and dread sliced through his belly, his chest. His limbs shook, and he couldn’t have picked himself off the floor if he’d tried.
“Did…” He swallowed hard. “Did I d
