Chapter 135

Diana’s POV

Harry’s hands were on my shoulders, his fingers tightening almost imperceptibly, and I knew he was going to try to move me out of the way. I braced my feet on the ground, but he was far bigger and stronger than me. If he moved me, he was dead, I knew it.

“Harry, no, please. Don’t do it.”

“I love you, Diana, You and our baby son.”

He hauled me to one side, hard enough to make me stumble. I didn’t want to fall, aware of the possibility of any impact harming the baby, and pinwheeled my arms to keep to my feet.

Behind me, the crack of a gunshot went off, followed swiftly by a second.

I spun around and screamed.

***

I sat in the plane as I stared out the clouds through the windows. My baby boy was finally in my arms.

Memories of that day in the hospital car park came back to me.

Elena’s bullet had only skimmed Harry’s arm, and somehow Harry had managed to wrestle the gun off Elena. The second shot had been Har