Ten years as an assassin, and for the first time after completing a mission, she got shot — she blamed her own carelessness, underestimating the enemy!
With force, she tore off the cut portion of her leather coat sleeve, freeing her arm completely, then leaned her head against the bedpost and just sat there with her eyes closed...
As night fell, Emma Benson wanted to check on the woman in black, but after knocking on the door and receiving no response, she guessed the woman might not want visitors and thus, turned away, shaking her head at Walter Schmidt.
The man frowned, saying nothing as they both returned to the guest room across the way.
When it was time to rest for the evening, a dull pain started bothering Emma's lower abdomen again. Walter held her, his large hand steadily kneading her belly.
The warmth of his large hand offered comfort, and before long, the pain in her abdomen had eased significantly.
