Chapter ElevenGunfire crackled.
Rolande ducked behind a pile of sandbags. The uprising had started. She shouldn’t be outside, but she was desperate to convince her family to understand the end was near, and their safety depended on Simon.
Simon.
What had she done to deserve his help…his care? Her heart swelled. He had feelings for her that seemed genuine. His eyes softened when he looked at her. He treated her with respect despite her profession and demanded others do the same. His touch on her arm or shoulder was gentle, not predatory or possessive.
Shaking her head, Rolande frowned. Who was she kidding? He was only being kind. Someone of his caliber could never love her. She sighed. But it was nice to feel special, even if only for a little while.
She peeked past the armed insurgent
