Chapter Ninety-Four Holly
Chapter Ninety-four
HOLLY
As Adrianna and I get down to the beach, Fitzwilliam runs toward us, closely followed by two security guards.
He slows to a halt and stares. I guess we must look a sight.
I’m helping Adrianna with the ragged remains of her huge gown, ripped from where she ran through the jungle, and bloodstained from Petra’s bleeding body.
Her famous face is bloated with tears, the blue eyes swollen almost shut, airbrushed wedding make-up running in rivulets down her cheeks.
‘Holly,’ says Fitzwilliam. ‘Thank God.’ His eyes switch to Adrianna. ‘What the hell happened?’ he says finally. ‘Where’s Leopold?’
‘I’ll fill you in later,’ I say, as security clusters around Adrianna.
He nods. ‘Georgia put in a call to the mainland for a medic. Holly, Petra is OK.’
‘She is?’
‘Yeah. Strangest thing,’ he adds. ‘The bullet seems to have been slowed down somehow. It hit Petra in the chest, but only lodged a quarter inch deep. Enough to lodge in her rib cartilage and spill a lot of blood. She must have passed out from shock and pain.’
A lot of emotions cross over Adrianna’s face.
‘I need Mark,’ she says finally.