Miles fires back without slowing. “You two can flirt after we survive.”
Olivia’s face presses briefly against my shoulder.
And somehow that tiny bit of trust gives me enough strength to keep running.
We clear the outer fence through a blown section Clay rigged earlier.
Almost there.
Almost—
Headlights explode across the ridge.
Truck.
Moving fast.
“DOWN!”
I hit the dirt behind a low bank, twisting hard so Olivia takes none of the impact.
Pain slams through my shoulder.
Ignore it.
The truck fishtails sideways as armed men spill out firing.
Miles opens up immediately from cover.
I lower Olivia carefully behind the dirt bank and rip open Clay’s med kit.
“Stay with me.”
“Still here.”
Barely.
I press gauze hard against her side.
She jerks sharply with a hiss.
“I know,” I murmur. “I know.”
Blood keeps soaking through anyway.
Too fast.
My comm crackles.
“Lucas to Russ. East wing confirmed. Two children recovered. No doctors yet.”
Olivia hears it too.
Her eyes close briefly.
“They’re alive.”
Some of them.
