to the limit as the pursuing Serbs closed in on him. Bullets pinged past his head once more as he ran faster than he ever had in his life. He caught a glimpse of the mountains, and for a brief moment, he allowed himself to hope, to hope that he could reach the edge of the city and escape into the forest.
But it was not to be. Hope had been a borrowed emotion from the moment he’d walked into a Belgrade bar and set eyes on the most beautiful boy he’d ever seen, and now it was long gone. He turned into an alleyway and felt the impact of a lucky Serbian shot. He stumbled, and then staggered. Searing pain crippled him and he fell to his knees.
He felt light headed as his blood stained the concrete crimson red. His vision swam. Dazed, he pulled his hand back and stared at the blood that dripped from his fingers. He barely felt the second bullet pierce his arm. Thundering boots filled the alley and he felt rough hands grasp his shoulders. He heard an animal groan as he was forced to his feet.
His limbs felt weighted as his body slumped against his captors. He’d heard it said that even when life ended in violence, death crept up on a man. He could feel it then, seeping into his veins even as his blood oozed away from his body.
Isa smiled as darkness washed over him, and Mik’s face danced behind his fluttering eyelids. His coal dark eyes and inky hair. His boyish grin and smooth, supple body. Isa had been caught and killed, but Mik was safe. Whatever happened now, Isa had won his own war.
About the Author
Garrett Leigh is a British writer and indie cover artist with a special interest in using the arts as catharsis in mental illness. Currently writing and designing for Dreamspinner Press, Loose ID and Extasy Books, she has a passion for darkly troubled heroes, tattoos and tales of true love that triumphs against the odds…not necessarily in that order. Expect angst, passion and red hot attraction that won’t be denied.
But it was not to be. Hope had been a borrowed emotion from the moment he’d walked into a Belgrade bar and set eyes on the most beautiful boy he’d ever seen, and now it was long gone. He turned into an alleyway and felt the impact of a lucky Serbian shot. He stumbled, and then staggered. Searing pain crippled him and he fell to his knees.
He felt light headed as his blood stained the concrete crimson red. His vision swam. Dazed, he pulled his hand back and stared at the blood that dripped from his fingers. He barely felt the second bullet pierce his arm. Thundering boots filled the alley and he felt rough hands grasp his shoulders. He heard an animal groan as he was forced to his feet.
His limbs felt weighted as his body slumped against his captors. He’d heard it said that even when life ended in violence, death crept up on a man. He could feel it then, seeping into his veins even as his blood oozed away from his body.
Isa smiled as darkness washed over him, and Mik’s face danced behind his fluttering eyelids. His coal dark eyes and inky hair. His boyish grin and smooth, supple body. Isa had been caught and killed, but Mik was safe. Whatever happened now, Isa had won his own war.
About the Author
Garrett Leigh is a British writer and indie cover artist with a special interest in using the arts as catharsis in mental illness. Currently writing and designing for Dreamspinner Press, Loose ID and Extasy Books, she has a passion for darkly troubled heroes, tattoos and tales of true love that triumphs against the odds…not necessarily in that order. Expect angst, passion and red hot attraction that won’t be denied.
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