When There Is Nothing Left But Love (Ashton And Scarlett)

Ashton approached us with narrowed eyes.

A bullet whistled narrowly passed his head.

“Ashton, stay where you are if you want her to live,” Abe shouted. “Her life is far more valuable than yours. I’m not going to exchange you for her. It would be in your best interests if you allow us to leave, or I would not be able to promise that she won’t bleed to death.”

Ashton froze, his eyes locked on my arm and the ghastly pool of blood that had gathered on the ground.

“Let them pass!” he commanded his men as though it was an easy decision for him.

Joseph stared at him in surprise; he was prepared to capture Abe once and for all. “Mr. Fuller, this is our only chance to…”

“Let them pass!” Ashton repeated with his pained gaze on me.

Abe kept his grip tightly on me and walked towards a junction that led towards another path.

At the sight of Ashton lowering his gun, Abe cackled with delight.

He tossed me in the car with Danny at the wheel. He sped off as soon as the doors slammed shut.

Abe grinned down at me. His eyes were reduced to slits in his malice. “Ms. Stovall, much obliged to you for getting me out of that.”

I glared at him as fiercely as I could. The blood that I had lost was making me dizzy.

Abe laughed at my fury. “To Marshville!” he ordered Danny.

the bloodstains

being followed!” Danny said, with a glance at the

a cruel sneer. “If Ashton enjoys my company so much, I’d say let him

was referring to

due to the excess loss of blood. I leaned against the door and panted

glanced back at me and said, “Sir, she might not

eyes shut. At Danny’s remark, he cast a lazy glance toward me. “Are they still on our

think they’re gone.” Danny shook his

with amusement. “No

switched routes. Instead of heading back to the

had passed out before making sense of our

white sheets that

that I had noticed was the pain in my arm which seemed to have spread. Even the slightest movement was too

several painful attempts, I slumped back into bed, drenched in a

if I hadn’t

table next to me but

nowhere, a slender hand reached out and grabbed a glass. I glanced

view. “Armond!” I cried, stunned. My throat

across his lips. “Would you like a

parched,”

sat on my bed next to me. With his hands around my waist, he held

must have sensed my reluctance. “You’re not well. Don’t even think about it,”

but to go along with