But the roar that sounded made her chest tight. She didn’t know when she’d moved from his chest to his head, or when she’d dropped to her knees, but a large, diamond-shaped head was in her lap, his breathing hard and heavy as she saw blood pouring out of the wound. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” she was murmuring. There were tears on her face. She slid her hands beneath this massive jaw, forcing him to lift his head so she could look into his eyes.
