Almara
I rode in the ambulance with Arthur, trying to regain my wits. I honestly have no idea what had happened. One second, my hand was in Arthur’s and it felt like old times. The way he had been looking at me had stirred something in my chest. I had thought that maybe I had made a mistake.
And then that car had come out of nowhere, heading straight for me. If Arthur hadn’t pushed me out of the way, it would have hit me head on. There’s no way I would have survived it.
I clasped Arthur’s hand in mine, careful to keep out of the paramedics way. There’s blood everywhere and even the hand I’m holding is covered in scratches. The heart monitor shows a steady heartbeat, but by the grim look on the paramedics’ faces, I knew that he was in bad shape.
My own heart was threatening to tear i
