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Had he wondered if he would ever see her again?
Tears continued to roll out of the corner of her eyes, heaving breaths racking her chest.
“G-Gio.” Her voice cracked. Please–no.
He wasn’t gone. Not entirely. There was a low pulse at his wrist, even though the rest of him was eerily still. “Gio, it’s me.”
He didn’t respond.
He didn’t move.
Instead, it was Auntie’s voice that came from behind. “Don’t tell me I don’t know what’s best for you, Ana. I knew you’d want to say goodbye.”
Anger, unlike anything she’d felt before, swallowed her in its fiery lips. Filling her with unmitigated rage. Her aunt thought she should be grateful–for this? For tearing apart so many lives, all to preserve her pride and wealth?
Ready to spin around and slap the self-centered bitch in the face, Ana jerked back from Gio. But just as she did, a small movement halted her.
A feather-soft brush against her palm.
Befuddled, she glanced down at Gio’s bloody arm that was flopped next to hers. And when she glanced up, she saw him watching her through slitted eyes.
Ana inhaled sharply.
A cry bubbled up to her throat, but she suppressed it when he quickly shut his eyes again. Appearing dead to the world.
With a neutral expression, Ana peeked at the guards around them. But there was no change in their posture. Even her aunt, who was standing next to the guard at the front of the room, was staring at the clock impatiently. Oblivious to the fact that Gio was conscious.
Her heart raced.
A flicker of hope innervated her, along with dread.
Even if Gio was awake, he was in bad shape. He wouldn’t be able to muscle past three guards, and she couldn’t do it either–not singlehandedly.
Carefully, as if cuddling closer to him, she bent over Gio until her silky hair fell over her face. Veiling her intent. And in one small shift, she knocked her purse askew, scattering its contents.
One second.
Two.
Her breath held.
When no one moved, she slid her gaze toward her toppled purse. A few items had spilled out–a water bottle, a notebook…and the butt of her gun.
Her dress was fanned out on the ground, with its hem touching the purse. Without lingering too long, she pretended to move her purse aside. But not without first closing her hand around the gun, using the voluminous skirt of her dress as cover.
It was dangerous.
Anyone standing just above her could easily see the outline of the gun under her thin cotton dress. But from the guards’ vantage point, she prayed that it just appeared like she was rearranging her dress.
Noticing the closest guard frowning at her, she quickly moved her hand up to wipe her tear-filled cheeks. Making herself look as pitiful and innocent as possible.
Mumbling an audible goodbye, Ana stretched up to kiss Gio on the cheek and slid the gun around to his back.
A tension came into his body.
But he did not move.
Come on.
