Elira's POV

I grabbed my sides as it screamed fire. I wasn't going down with a fight but perhaps that was bad. Perhaps I should have just let them take me. My gaze dwindled to my tummy and I gasped as I tried to apply pressure on the point.

It was bad. The men had stabbed me right before Sierra came to save me.

Each swerve of the engine made the pain flare sharper, a cruel rhythm pounding at my abdomen. “You have to stay conscious, Don,” Sierra turned to me, “please stay conscious.”

“Focus on the road,” I hissed at the pain that throbbed at the stab wound as...