The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 207

The sky outside was so dark you could barely tell where it ended and the raging sea began. Everything blended together, creating this endless black wall that looked ready to swallow the entire world. Petty stared out at it, heart pounding like the world was about to end.

“The storm’s here, move faster!”

Jay’s shout cut through the noise. Instantly, the bodyguards jumped into action, scrambling off the yacht. Franco scooped her up—Petty barely weighed anything at that moment, the wind almost strong enough to knock her over—and rushed them both inside.

For a while, they had to make do with flashlights. Luckily, the lighthouse nearby hadn’t been abandoned for long. Its generator was busted but Jay managed to fix it and soon the cottage lights flickered back to life again.

It was obvious whoever lived here before had left in a hurry. There were still clothes in the open closet and the dining table held dusty plates and utensils, with the remains of a meal gone black in the bowls. Still, there wasn’t much junk left behind. Cleaning up wasn’t too hard.

Harris ended up in a little side room on the first floor, stretched out on a couple of tables pushed together to make a makeshift bed. Petty only managed a quick look before someone moved to block her way.

Franco stood there, giving nothing away. “They need to get Harris’s shirt off to take the bullet out.”She didn’t know why he bothered to mention it, but her worry for Harris drowned out the awkwardness. “I’ll wait outside.”

“Franco, the upstairs room’s ready, but the bed hasn’t been used for ages...”

He just lifted a hand, silencing the guard, still watching her out of the corner of his eye. “Bring a sleeping bag.”

The chairs in the place were all busted. Petty pulled the army coat tighter around herself and was about to lean against the wall when a man’s arm suddenly circled her waist. His chest pressed into her back, warm and solid.

She froze instantly. Petty didn’t need to look to know who it was. Her pulse was wild, her head ducking as if hiding could somehow make sense of everything.

Franco glanced toward the room where Jay and the other guard—who had apparently been a medic at some point—were working on Harris. They stripped off Harris’s shirt and covered him with a sterile cloth, so nothing showed.

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