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I took off my shirt, placed it over her wound and applied pressure.

I screamed for help, roaring like a broken lion.

The one to answer my call was the last person I expected.

Waifishly thin, with a lifted, colored brow, she looked at the scene and smirked. Flipping her long strawberry blond hair, her blue eyes met mine. “Bugger, you’ve really stepped in it this time.”

Chapter 32

Lea

A black site, somewhere ungoverned

“Mrs.MacLachlan?”Lightflashedin my unfocused eyes. “Mrs. MacLachlan?”

I was coming out of black, murky water. Like I was wading out of a blackened river.

“Is she okay?” Callum. That was his voice. What was he doing here?

“Your wife’s coming out of the anesthesia.”

I blinked. The light was too bright. The beeps were too loud. What the fuck was happening?

“She’s very lucky,” the strange, American male voice said. That wasn’t one of the Caledonia guys. “Baas’ body diffused the bullet’s trajectory. If the thing had hit a little lower … That would have been curtains for the Ferryman.”

The man gave a small laugh.

“That’ll be all, doctor.” Callum’s authoritative, annoyed voice cut in.

“Mr. MacLachlan, I don’t work for you. I work for …” the man tried to speak but my husband interrupted him.

“I don’t fucking care. Just tell me when she’ll wake up.”

“Sheis awake.“ I said huskily, clearing my throat.

“Darling?” Callum moved too fast. One second he was in the chair, and in the next he was in front of my face looking in my eyes, tilting me this way and that. “Are you alright?”

“Stop yelling,” I whined.

“Mr. MacLachlan, please step aside.” A man with a white coat took his place, and he had a bright light in his hand. “Can you tell me what day it is?”

“I wouldn’t know that under normal circumstances. Ask me something else.”

“Let’s try something easier then,” he said with a gentle smile. “Can you tell me your name?”

“Lea Bonifacio.”

The doctor looked pained; concern etched his face as he looked over at Callum.

“The marriage is new, she’s not used to her name yet.” Callum explained as he brushed a lock of hair over my ear. “It’s not because she’s lost her memory.”

“The marriage isn’t real until my parents know about it,” I grumbled.

“Oh, and Ligaya is going to be pissed!” That was a third voice. A voice that made my splitting headache so much worse. “Married, huh?”

Brett. Brett fucking Bradley let out a low whistle, impressed. I turned my head and winced, a tugging pain across my stomach made me look down. It was bandaged. I’m guessing there were stitches under there.

“And to a priest,” Bretttsked. “What will the church say?” He was poking fun at the dinner where he had witnessed Callum barge his way into my family home to ask me out for drinks.

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