Page 214 of Scars of Fate

She fell several feet before the safety line snapped taut.

I caught her against my chest and steadied her while Adam lowered the remaining rope.

The impact drove me to one knee, but I held on.

Always.

We ran toward the convoy.

A man stepped from the lead vehicle.

Tall.

Broad-shouldered.

A scar crossed one side of his face.

Older than the soldier I remembered.

But alive.

Ghost looked at me.

“Hello, brother.”

I raised my weapon.

“You’d better have one hell of an explanation.”

“I do.”

He opened the rear door.

“But if you want to save Elise Moreau, it’ll have to wait.”

Wynn climbed inside.

I followed.

The rest of the Brave piled into the vehicles.

Ghost took the wheel.

The convoy accelerated along the river as Meridian’s men poured onto the road behind us.

Wynn sat pressed against my side.

Her fingers still held mine.

I looked down at her mouth.

She noticed.

“Lucas…”

“I promised you something.”

Gunfire struck the back of the vehicle.