“Lorcan, can you stop pacing? You’re making me dizzy.”
I growl at Gianna’s father.
My mate was shot; she’s in surgery; what the fuck does he expect me to do other than pace?
The son of a bitch has to know how this feels right now. Gianna is his daughter!
She was my wife mere minutes before someone shot her in the back. Josh immediately caught the guy, and I should be in the dungeon right now interrogating the prick. But I can’t bear to do anything until I know if Gianna is going to make it.
I can still feel her in my arms. I can even see the wide-eyed look of fear Gianna gave me when she slumped forward. I’m still covered in the blood, she coughed up, and I can still hear myself begging her not to leave me.
