“My God, my God! Declan.” I shake his shoulder. “You can’t be dead. You can’t be.”
I rock back on my heels and look around. The dogs sniff at Declan’s face. Buck drops to a crouch by his side, whimpering. The edges of my phone crush into my fingers and a voice calls my name. I hold it to my ear.
“Are you still there? Help. Please come quick.”
“Miss Hamilton? Regina. Listen carefully. We’ve got your locational data and a team is on its way. Please remain calm.”
“He’s shot! He’s bleeding to death! It’s my fault.”
“Is anyone else in the area with you?”
My God, whoever did this might be here still. Waiting. Watching. A shot of cold adrenaline races through my stomach, tingling down my arms and hands. I bolt to my feet.
The woods are still. I stand rigid, every cell listening for a crunch of a twig. Just the dogs panting, no other sounds.
“Please.” Tears tip over the edge of my eyelids and run down my face. “Please.”
No other words come. My throat closes on them. Nothing is making sense.
“The team is about ten minutes out, Regina.” The voice is steady in my ear, like a warm, heavy blanket draped over my shoulders. “Don’t move. Don’t touch anything. The team will be arriving from the south.”
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