Chapter 37 ~ Saving him

SLOANE

I fumble with my purse, my fingers trembling as I dig out the keycard.

It takes me three tries to swipe it properly because the damn thing keeps beeping red like it's mocking me.

“Come on, come on…” I hiss.

Finally, the light turns green, and I shove the door open.

A wall of smoke hits me so hard, I stumble back, coughing violently as my eyes immediately begin to burn.

Tears roll down my face faster than I can blink them away, and a thick, acrid stench fills my nostrils.

“Ian?” I call.

Nothing.

Just the relentless blare of the alarm and the suffocating swirl of smoke.

“Ian!”

I cover my mouth with my hand and push through, blinking rapidly.

Talk about a wardrobe malfunction. I should have worn a long sleeved shirt.

The whole suite is dark and hazy. I make it past a knocked-over chair, a shattered glass on the floor, when I stumble and fall.

What the-

Lying on the floor by the bed, with a pale face and a dark stain blooming across the front of his shirt, is my husband.

“No,”