She yanked open his shirt, put the injector against his heart and pulled the trigger. She held her breath waiting to see if it would work, ticking off the seconds.
Ten. Twenty. Thirty.
The twitching stopped.
Forty. Fifty. Sixty.
Owen opened his eyes.
Bay smiled at him. “Those are the loveliest red-rimmed eyes I’ve ever seen.”
Owen managed a wobbly grin. “Ditto.

Autor: Joan Johnston

She yanked open his shirt, put the injector against his heart and pulled the trigger. She held her breath waiting to see if it would work, ticking off the seconds.<br /><i>Ten. Twenty. Thirty.</i><br />The twitching stopped.<br /><i>Forty. Fifty. Sixty.</i><br />Owen opened his eyes.<br />Bay smiled at him. “Those are the loveliest red-rimmed eyes I’ve ever seen.”<br />Owen managed a wobbly grin. “Ditto. - Joan Johnston




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