Chapter 24
NIKOLAJ'S POV
I stared at Sara in total disbelief for a split second before dropping to my knees beside her, checking for a pulse or a breath.
"Damn it," I hissed. She wasn't breathing. I scooped her up into my arms—she was solid, heavier than she looked, and I had to grunt as I adjusted her weight.
I hauled her back to the car and peeled out, my mind racing to find the nearest hospital. I didn't know her medical history, but the potential guilt—and the inevitable legal nightmare—of something happening to her on my watch was enough to make my skin crawl. I've always been a magnet for victims; my brain has a twisted way of convincing me that every tragedy in my vicinity is somehow my fault.
