Page 109 of When He Hunts

Ronan grabbed for the wheel. Stopped the boat as he yanked out the key. He whirled for Luna and tossed the key her way. “Princess, I need to?—”

She’d slipped and fallen on the boat’s deck. Luna was struggling to rise.

“Freeze!” A shout from the dock. “FBI agent!”

Ronan reached for Luna.

And the shadowy FBI agent fired. The trigger-happy sonofafucker fired. The bullet slammed into Ronan’s chest. One bullet. Another.

His mouth opened in a bellow. The sound echoed around him.

He stumbled back. Hit the side of the boat.

And, just like Marcus, he toppled over and fell toward the waves.

“No!”Luna’s scream was the last sound he heard before the water covered him.

Luna dropped her gun.She jumped into the water. Ronan had been hit. He’d gone beneath the waves. She wasnotleaving him there.

The water was icy when she pierced the surface. She sank deep because it pulled greedily at her. Her arms shoved frantically at her sides, and her feet kicked. The bulletproof vest she wore seemed to weigh her the hell down and she wanted it off, but she was too busy looking for Ronan. Searching desperately in the dark. But she couldn’tsee.Too murky and black. Not like the crystal-clear waters they’d had before when they swam in the picture-perfect spring.

This water was dark like a grave. A watery grave. She was not going to leave Ronan in the grave.

Something grabbed her. A hand. It closed around her shoulder, and relieved, so eager, she spun around to see?—

A diver. A diver was right in front of her. Bubbles drifted past Luna’s face. The diver held a flashlight, shining it upward.

Luna tugged against the diver’s hold. Her lungs were burning. But the diver didn’t let go. The diver kicked and propelled them upward, and they broke the surface of the water. As soon as she pulled in a gulp of air, Luna cried, “Ronan!” The waves hit her.

Voices rose and fell.

More lights. So many more lights. From the dock. From the water. The agents were alreadyeverywhere.She spun in the water, searching, desperate. “Ronan!”

Luna was still screaming his name when she was hauled onto a rescue boat.

The body was pulledout of the water. Bagged. Loaded onto a gurney. The Feds fanned out and searched the facility. They also kept sweeping the water.

The waves were strong. The currents powerful.

“He could have been dragged out.” Grayson’s solemn voice.

The EMT near Luna put a blanket around her shoulders. The blanket did little to chase the chill from her body.

“We’ll keep searching,” Grayson assured Luna.

The body they’d recovered was being wheeled by her. Her gaze slowly followed its progress.

“Marcus Aeros will never hurt anyone else again. Even before his death, Ronan got him dead to rights with the confession. He was either going to jail or going to hell.” Grayson ran a hand over his face. “Guess hell decided to claim him.”

Ronan had sent him to hell. “Ronan was bleeding when he went into the water.”

“Yes.”

“You’re going to keep searching the water.”

“Yes.” Low.

The EMT moved away. The body had been loaded into the back of a black van.

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