ELLA

“Of course I fucking came, you fucking idiot!” I yell. There’s no quiver in my voice. But it’s there in my hands, in my legs, in my entire body as I look down at Devlin and fight the urge to burst into tears.

The man before me…

My knees grow weaker. The relief I am waiting for runs miles and miles farther away from me.

My voice is now lost somewhere between my throat and brain. I can’t…

No.

What happened to him?

The man before me is wounded. Looks like a canvas of ...