He covered the distance between us in three strides and hit me hard from the side and I went down onto the pavement away from the road and the car went past where I’d been standing with a sound like a wall of air and then it was gone, receding fast till I was on the pavement with my palms scraped and my heart in my throat.
When I turned, Vincent was in the road.
For a second my brain refused to understand what I was seeing.
He was on his back with one arm out and his head turned and blood was coming from his temple, dark and steady, running along the edge of his jaw and onto the tarmac beneath him.
The world narrowed instantly and verything else disappeared.
I was at his side before I knew I was moving.
I dropped onto my knees beside him so hard pain shot through them and put my hand
