When you’re a paramedic, damsels in distress are a dime a dozen. You save them, you slay them, you kick them to the curb.
But Sofia’s different. Shot in the head and left for dead, she has no one. She can’t remember anything, much less the as$hole who did this to her.
I know it’s not my duty to sit by her bed twenty-four seven, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to leave her alone. Someone tried to hurt her before and failed. Screw them if they think they’re getting a second chance. She’s mine now, which means I’m going to protect her no matter what.
Even if I have to bring back the inner soldier I’ve tried so hard to forget.