En cours de chargement...
She was covered in his blood. Grace's gloved hand was pressed firmly against his bloody chest, stemming the heavy red flow from his stab wound. He lay vulnerable before her on the pavement, his blue eyes full of pain. Her own eyes filled with tears. She remembered his kiss, the feel of his hands on her body. Fear gripped her. She would never forget those eyes. The eyes of her killer. Her hand loosened over his bloody chest wound as her mind drifted back to the night she was murdered...
