“He got me out.” Grace didn’t understand. “You don’t have to talk right now. Try to rest.” He squeezed her hand again. “I was in hell.” Grace felt goose bumps rise all over her body. Leaning down, she put her free hand on his forehead. “What are you saying?” “Jesus,” Roman rasped. “He got me out. They were hanging on to me. Ripping at my leg.”
