FINNEGAN
BANG!
The sound of the shot cracked through the night like thunder.
"Abigail!" I roared, terror slamming into me like a freight train. My hands shot out beside me and I seized her instantly, hauling her against my chest and shielding her body with mine.
No. No!
My heart was pounding so violently I could barely hear anything else. My hands raced over her back, her sides, her arms, searching for blood, for a wound, for any sign that the bullet had struck her.
Not her. Please God, not Abigail.
The thought of losing her, of her bright eyes going dull, life slowly draining away from them, her fiery spirit being snuffed out, nearly brought me to my knees.
I had only just found her. I couldn't lose her, not like this. Not when she was finally mine.
"Abigail, baby, talk to me," I rasped, cupping her face with both hands, searching her cornflower blue eyes. "Are you hurt? Tell me you're okay."
