Dakota’s POV
Declan, he had come, he had saved me. He fought Tank for me, went up against an armed psychopath to get me back. That was all that was running around my head as I sat in the back of the ambulance heading back toward civilisation, my hand gripping my brother’s tightly.
A pained moan drew my attention, my brother’s fingers flexing slightly within my grasp. Shuffling forward in my seat, I raked my gaze over his face, ‘Dax’ I whispered, tears pricking behind my eyes, ‘can you hear me? Dax?’
Daxton’s brow creased as he groaned again, ‘hurts’ he rasped, as the medic who was sitting at the back with us quickly started to check him over.
‘Mr Williams’ he called loudly, as he placed his fingers against my brother’s other hand. ‘Daxton? Can you hear us? Squeeze my fingers if you can
