Sneak peek from the next chapter that may or may not be ready by tomorrow ❤️
The feeling that swam through his chest was one he had hoped to never feel again. It was as if he was back in that medic's tent, cemented to the bed, unable to move an inch when all he wanted was to reach out and touch her. It was desperation, and he loathed the feeling. If he could've cut it from his chest with a dull blade, dug it right out from his chest and thrown it against an all consuming fire he would have. Alfie Solomons was not a man of desperation. But here he sat, hopeless in his longing, bleeding out internally from the need this wicked woman had infected him with. He nearly hated her for it.