Even bleeding out in the back of an armored vehicle—
She’s thinking about everyone else.
“The team’s getting them,” I tell her. “Lucas and Clay are already inside.”
“Hannah stayed with them…”
“We’ll get her.”
“And Stephen…”
“We’ll get him too.”
Her eyes search mine carefully.
Like she needs certainty to hold onto.
I give it to her.
Even if I have to burn the entire operation to the ground myself.
“They’re coming home,” I say firmly.
Something in her face loosens slightly.
“…okay…”
Her fingers slip again.
Too much.
Way too much.
“Hey.”
I lean closer immediately.
“Stay with me.”
The medic packs more gauze into the wound. “Pressure’s dropping.”
“I’ve got her.”
“You better.”
I barely hear him.
All my focus narrows to Olivia’s face.
To every shallow breath.
Every flicker of movement.
I press my forehead lightly against hers.
“Listen to me.”
Her breath brushes faintly against my skin.
