Locke's laugh was wicked and unrestrained as he raised his hand again.
Bodyguards split apart like a tide of blackwater, creating a passage for Maxwell Cameron to walk through.
Maxwell Cameron walked toward Wayne Bailey, the two men clashing like ice against fire, with the air invisibly filled with the scent of gunpowder.
He set Anna Jadwin down from his back, watching her stagger into Wayne Bailey's arms...
This is not an unfamiliar scene; he had seen it many times.
His heart bled with pain; he had loved her for three lifetimes, but in the end, she was not his.
"Wayne Bailey..." Anna Jadwin weakly threw herself into Wayne Bailey's arms, burying herself in his chest, grieving like a child.
Wayne Bailey held her, afraid that holding too tightly would hurt her wounds, yet too loose and he might lose her.
She was covered in injuries and blood, which hurt him to see!
