Page 161 of Scars of Fate

“Watch me.”

“You’re bleeding.”

“I’ve bled farther.”

“Lucas—”

“Wynn.”

She crossed her arms.

I waited.

Behind us, the burning helicopter sent another fireball into the air.

Boone limped past.

“I’d climb on.”

Russ followed with the pilot’s arm around his shoulders.

“No one offered.”

“I’m just saying.”

Wynn looked toward the approaching red dots on Hawk’s tablet.

Then at me.

“This is humiliating.”

“You getting captured would be worse.”

“I hate it when you make sense.”

“So do I.”

She climbed onto my back.

Her arms wrapped around my shoulders.

Her legs circled my waist.

I caught them carefully and stood.

Pain exploded through my injured arm.

I gave no sign.

Wynn leaned close to my ear.

“You’re hurt.”

“I’m fine.”

“You went pale.”

“It’s the lighting.”