CHAPTER 7
Cammie POV
"Did you really think you could beat us that easily?" he smiled mocking at Jonathan and me as we stood frozen, watching the two men advance towards us.
"It's such a shame to waste such a pretty face," he said looking at me smiling a slow, evil smile, "but I guess we need to after what you did to us darlings." Jonathan's hand tightened around my wrist, and I knew he was telling me not to get involved to stay out of it. I bit my tongue.
"You see, I was almost expecting better from you, Miss Morgan, after all, your father really was the most exceptional person. Well, until he got caught," he taunted me, trying to make me lose my cool, giving him a reason to pull the trigger that he had his finger on. I bit my tongue harder.
"Well now that he's out of the way, I guess it's your turn now Cam," he used my father's nickname for me. HE used it. I snapped.
"Don't talk to me about him you jerk!" I screamed, almost running up to him and flipping him to the ground. But Jonathan held my wrist, not letting go.
"Finally," the man laughed, "I was beginning to think I would have to kill you without a reason."
He pulled the trigger.
I watched as the bullet shot towards me, wondering what would happen after it entered my body. But it didn't. A body threw itself in front of me and fell, hard, onto the ground. Jonathan. I screamed. It was a terrible sound. One of heartbreak and anger. Of guilt and sorrow. One that I've never made before. The next thing I knew I was flying. I knocked both men out with a single punch and the world slowed as I turned back to him. To Jonathan. I ran to his side, tears mingling with some blood on my face. The bullet hit him straight in the chest.
"Cammie," he coughed, his face deathly white, "thank you." I cried, and tried to stop the bleeding. There was so much blood. Too much blood.
"For what?" I managed to whisper staring into his grey eyes.
"For making these the best years of my life," he answered simply, as if there were no doubt in his mind. I pressed harder at his wound.
"Cammie," he started, coughing blood, "you have the most beautiful eyes," he said looking into them with a smile, he reached his hand into mine. I gripped them tightly. That's how I knew he was gone. His hand went limp.
I screamed.
…
I woke up twisted in the sheets but also twisted in Zach's arms. He smoothed my hair as I cried into his chest. I could still feel Jonathan's hand in mine, the way it fell when he took his last breath.
"Do you know?" I asked Zach finally, thinking he probably did know the reason behind the nightmares that haunted my past.
"I do… I asked Bex after…" he trailed off, his arms still wrapped around me. I didn't blame him. He was just doing a spy job. He was just doing it to protect me. I looked up into his eyes, and once again got lost in his green eyes, his concerning look and his caring thoughts.
"Thank you," I whispered. He just hugged me harder.