the lies…
and him throwing himself in front of a sniper bullet meant for me?—
I had fallen hopelessly in love with Hersh McDougal again.
62
BLAZE
The medic was talking.
I knew he was.
Could see his mouth moving.
Could feel hands pressing against my side.
But all I could focus on?—
was Flick.
Kneeling in the mud beside me like the entire world had narrowed down to whether or not I kept breathing.
Rain soaked through her hair.
Her hands trembled against my chest.
And every few seconds her eyes searched my face like she was terrified I’d disappear if she looked away too long.
That look nearly killed me faster than the bullet.
“You’re lucky,” the medic muttered while cutting open my shirt. “Another inch over and?—”
“Don’t finish that sentence,” Flick snapped instantly.
The poor guy blinked.
Honestly?
So did I.
Wolf barked out a laugh somewhere behind us.
“Damn. She fits in already.”
Flick ignored him completely.
Her attention never left me.
“Can you sit up?”
“Probably.”
“That doesn’t sound confident.”
“Sweetheart, I got shot. Confidence took a temporary hit.”
Her lips parted slightly?—
