Abigail
I couldn't stop shaking. It was hours later, and I was safe in our living room, a blanket draped over my shoulders and a cup of tea River had pushed into my hands, but for the life of me, I trembled all over like a leaf in the wind.
My fingers could hardly wrap around the porcelain cup, sending tiny ripples across the surface of the liquid. My knees bounced under the blanket, muscles still firing with adrenaline that had nowhere to go.
I kept seeing the bomb over and over every time I closed my eyes.
What on earth was wrong with Devin? A bomb? Really? All for what exactly? When Finnegan had lunged for it, my first thought was that I was going to watch him die from outside the hall doors.
The security men had grabbed me before I could fling myself back into the building. I had fought them, clawed at them, screamed Finnegan's name until my throat was raw.
They had held me back and even blocked my view so I wouldn't see what was happening.
