Conscious

Adam's POV

Four days. They passed by in a blur. I couldn't remember much about what happened, but I could remember how I felt every single second.  

Afraid. Terrified. Devastated. Nothing had prepared me for what I had seen. Nothing had prepared me to lose Eve.  

When Tom had shot her, I was pretty sure I went mad. It had taken Micheal and the police to pry me off a bloodied Tom by the time I was done. The ambulance took its damned sweet time to arrive so while I called the pilot to the private jet, Micheal had checked her wound and helped do first aid. And I had held her in my arms on the flight home.  

Pale. She grew pale rapidly. Her pretty skin had lost its color until she looked so drained it terrified the shit out of me. 

I could feel the weight of her in my arms, her breath shallow and weak against my chest. Panic surged thr