Sinner by Sheridan Anne EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Sheridan Anne
- Language: English
- Genre: Romantic Suspense
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The echo of the explosion rings in my ears as I brace my hands against
the metal beam pinning me to the ground and crushing my fucking
chest. Clenching my jaw, I suck in a sharp breath through my teeth and take
in the rubble of the ballroom scattered around me.
“Fuck,” I grunt, pushing it up just enough to take a deeper breath, only my
lungs fill with the thick smoke flooding the room. If it weren’t for the plume
of smoke billowing from the small window Oakley disappeared through,
we’d all be fucking dead by now.
Sawyer kicks the splintered remains of the wooden door off him and rubs
at the blood cascading down the side of his face from a deep gash in his head.
He’s woozy, and if he doesn’t control the bleeding soon, he’ll pass out. Then
it’s only a question if he’ll die from the blood loss or smoke inhalation.
Rubble falls from the ceiling above, raining down around us as I hear
Zade’s pained grunts from beneath the window. The metal beam blocks my
view of him, and I have no choice but to believe he’s alright. Dalton though,
I’ve got no fucking idea.
Sawyer starts coughing around the thick smoke, and I flick my gaze back
to him, watching as his head falls against the charred wall with heavy eyes.
“Yo, Sawyer,” I spit through my clenched jaw, demanding his attention
while Zade attempts to pull himself together, cursing and grunting as he takes
note of his injuries. “Get up, man. You need to control that bleeding or you’re
no good to any of us.”
His eyes open a little wider, trying to focus on the sound of my voice and
peer through the smoke before finally taking me in. “Ahh, fuck,” he mutters,
trying to find purchase against the wall to pull himself to his feet.
Sawyer stumbles across the small room, putting pressure on the gash in his
head as he flicks his gaze toward Zade, checking the fucker is alive.
Continuing toward me, he tears off what’s left of his suit jacket, balls it up,
and presses it against his head, hissing in pain.
“You good?” he grunts, moving in beside me. His gaze shifts over the
metal beam, trying to assess the situation, as Zade grips the windowsill above
his head and uses it to haul himself to his feet. His sharp stare quickly scans
the room as the terrified screams of our people come from deeper within the
ballroom.
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