Page 237 of Scars of Fate

Her gaze lifted to mine.

“That’s why I’m still here.”

Something deep inside me shifted.

Hope.

I hadn’t allowed myself to feel it in six years.

Wynn tied the bandage.

“There.”

“Thank you.”

“You’ll need stitches.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She narrowed her eyes.

“You’re agreeing too easily.”

“I’m learning.”

“Slowly.”

I caught her hand before she could pull away.

“So are you.”

Her expression softened.

I brought her fingers to my lips.

One kiss against her knuckles.

Gentle.

Nothing like the desperate kiss in the vehicle.

This felt more intimate.

More dangerous.

Because it carried a promise beyond survival.

Ghost approached from the rear of the cabin.

“We have a problem.”

Wynn sighed.

“Of course we do.”

I stood.

“What?”