CHAPTER 93
“Kallias!” She was leaping in the water without thought.
He was moving slowly. Had he been hit? But then he sped up to get to her, so she barely had to swim more than ten feet. His arms were around her waist in a second, colliding with her, spinning her, eyes closed like he could only bask in their touch.
“Are you hurt? Are you hurt?” she said frantically. It was only now that the tears came, and they came with such fervor it was like her body never expected to cry again.
“I’m okay,” he murmured. “Just a scratch.”
“Where?” She yanked away to see, and it took only a second to catch the blood trailing just below his shoulder. “Kallias?”
But unlike Mr. Wilson’s, there was no dark, gaping wound. It really was only a scratch, like the bullet had grazed him.
He gave her a pressed smile. “I promise I’m fine. I’ve had much worse than this.”
“That doesn’t make it better. Oh, my darling Kallias.” But then, there were other matters to attend to, weren’t there? “Is he?”
“He is.”
Oh. Now she understood why he moved so slowly, for the expression in his eyes was lifeless, as if by killing, he was the one who died.
It made her instantly wish she had been the one to have done it. She was sure it would have haunted her forever as well, but she’d do anything to prevent him from ever having such an expression.
“Kallias…”
“Later,” he said. “We need to help Mr. Wilson.”
He was right of course, and she felt ashamed for not thinking of it herself.
“Okay,” she murmured. “But first.” She took his face in her hands and quickly kissed him. “You have no idea how worried I was.”