CRIMSON VOWS

en: Blood and

swallowed

Moretti's men fading behind them. Every step sent fire lancing up her leg, but she refused to sl

was iron, his body a solid shield between her and

shoving open a rust

or now. Isabella slammed the door shut behind them, plunging them into near-total darkness. Th

as shaking until his han

e was rough, urge

s her thigh wasn't just dirt. The bullet had gra

uttered, but her visio

, he dropped to his knees in front of her, his hands firm on her leg as he bound the wound. Hi

left me," he

ed. "And miss

burning. There was no humor in it. Onl

tween them

sure who mo

g, desperate kiss. It wasn't gentle. It was teeth and blood and the taste of survival, a col

er hair. Every bruise, every cut-none of it mattered. There was only this: the heat of his body, the

out shattere

heaving. Marco's eyes wer

g her mouth with the ba

essing his forehead to hers

s before shoving him t

t wasn'

ther we