At 2:47 in the Morning, the Waitress Chose a Killer. By Dawn, She Learned He Had Been Saving Her All Along.

his coat.

“Stay with me,” she said.

Vincent tried to smile.

“You sound like a woman giving orders.”

“I am a woman giving orders.”

“Good.”

“Don’t you dare die after I spent all night saving you.”

His laugh became a cough.

Elena pressed both hands against the wound.

They came away red.

For an instant, she was furious at him.

Furious for the lies, the absence, the continue reading …