CHAPTER 190
Giordano froze when he saw the silent red light blinking on the ceiling, the signal that someone was outside the door. The sensor had been tripped. His pulse quickened, and a wave of dread swept over him like ice water.
They'd found them.
Even after all these years, even when she had been just a fragile body lying still, they still wanted her dead. They wanted them gone. His throat tightened.
He turned sharply toward the bed, his hands shaking as he reached for her wrist. Her pulse was faint but still there. The blood transfusion wasn't finished yet. The line still hung half-drained into her veins.
He couldn't stop it now. If he pulled the needle out too soon, if he interrupted the flow, he could lose her again.
No.
Not after everything he had done. Not after all the blood, the years, and the sacrifices. He couldn't die now, not when he had finally brought her back. Not when happiness was supposed to be theirs at last.
