You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 2089: How Can a Sharpshooter's Hand Be Injured?

Clint lay heavily on Joyce, both of them completely relaxed. Joyce used her last bit of strength to push him off. "Don't press on me, I can hardly breathe."

Clint was already injured and now lay on the ground, unwilling to move. Joyce glanced at him; his arms and hands were covered with various degrees of scrapes from flying debris. Though he lay on his back, she could imagine his back was in no better condition. In contrast, she was unharmed.

Joyce frowned. "Why did you shield me? Don't think I'll be grateful for this."

Clint, pale and weak, managed a faint smile. "How can a sharpshooter's hand be injured?"

Joyce was stunned. She hadn't considered that protecting her hands might have been his intention.

There was no time to think further. A Black Hawk helicopter hovered overhead. The door opened and two people descended on ropes.

Joyce immediately saw Luther, dressed in black, the first to leap down from the rope. Though they had been apart only a few hours since last night, it felt like an eternity filled with life-and-death moments. Without thinking, she ran to him and threw herself into his arms before he could even steady himself.

She held him tightly, unwilling to let go. Luther almost lost his balance but managed to stand firm after taking a step back. He quickly removed the rope from his body and held her securely. Her warmth reassured him, calming his restless heart.

No words were needed; their silence spoke volumes.

After a moment, Luther pulled back slightly to look her over anxiously. "Are you hurt anywhere? Are you okay?"

barely covering her and bloodstains visible, though mostly from wiping away rather

her head. "No, I'm not

relief. "I'm sorry I was

"I knew you'd come for me, so I

him tighter, feeling increasingly dependent on him and unwilling to be apart for even a second. Her heart pounded wildly with joy, excitement, lingering fear, and relief. Overwhelmed by emotion, she stood on tiptoe and kissed his chin, feeling the rough

you," she

deeply under the morning light and gentle breeze, ignoring

burning hot as he transferred warmth to her while kissing her and wrapping her

a fierce wind that sent grass clippings swirling around them. They were oblivious to everything but each other, lost in

was

exhausted. When he finally steadied himself, he saw the intimate scene before him-Luther

eyes turned cold with barely concealed pain. They knew he was there but didn't care about showing their

had arrived in Rohomes without his knowledge; clearly, Luther had been in contact with Joyce all along. He heard Joyce's earlier

jacket; now she

rotor wind, nearly collapsing from

He could barely stand.

wanted to protect her, yet she

from

to fall, Watanabe rushed forward to support him. "Your Highness,

but kept his eyes fixed on Joyce and Luther, clenching