I blinked as he dug the gun into Walt’s temple. Then he whispered something in Tessa’s ear and set her down.
Glancing back at me over her shoulder, she reluctantly ran to Roman and clung to his neck as he gently guided her between the bars of the gate.
“Just get her out of here,” I begged.
“Oh, I am, but I’m taking you, too,” he said.
Oh my God. It has to be a dream.
But not even my mind could have conjured a moment that beautiful.
“Okay, Luke,” I whispered.