The woman in his arms began to tremble.

"Am I... really going to be arrested?"

James suppressed a smile. "If you turn me in, you won't be. After all, you hit him once, while I hit him three or four times. I'm the guiltier one."

In the quiet of the hospital room, Serena lay nestled against James's familiar scent. Remembering how he'd descended like a god to save her from the chaos, a wave of emotions welled up uncontrollably.

Slowly, she lifted her arms and hugged ...