“Bethany.” Dane’s voice sounded next to me in a tone I had never heard before.
I turned to look at Dane, who was pointing a gun with a silencer at the end towards Collin Raker. The thud I heard was a shot to Collin which hit him in the shoulder forcing him to fall backward against the couch. I ran over to the body and fell at his side. Collin was alive, but unconscious and breathing shallowly. He needed an ambulance. I looked at the phone and dashed to pick it up. The line was dead.
“Dane…” was a muddled whisper out of me that sounded more like a coarse breeze as I tried to grapple with the fact that my chauffer just shot Collin in cold blood. “What have you done?”
Dane came over to me before I could scream and placed his hand over my mouth. My mind remembered the violent touch, and i
