Page 26 of Scars of Fate

“You sound just like Wynn described.”

I frowned.

“What?”

“Never mind.”

Wonderful.

Even halfway around the world, Wynn had apparently been talking about me.

I braced the pipe against a chunk of fallen concrete and threw my weight against it.

The slab shifted.

“Now!”

Janice grabbed the elderly man beneath his arms and pulled.

My muscles strained as I fought to keep the concrete raised.

“Keep going!”

She dragged him clear.

I released the pipe, grabbed the man’s legs, and helped Janice carry him toward the exit.

The instant we cleared the office, the ceiling collapsed behind us with a deafening crash.

Dust swallowed everything.

I coughed, tightened my grip on the old man, and kept moving.

Fresh air hit my lungs when we finally stumbled outside.

The extraction vehicles were waiting.

So was Wynn.

The moment I stepped through the smoke, I found her.

Emerald-green eyes locked on me.

Relief flooded her face so quickly it nearly made me stop walking.

Almost.

Janice and I lowered the elderly man beside the nearest vehicle.

Wynn marched straight toward me.

Before anyone could stop her, she shoved me square in the chest.

“What were you thinking?”

I blinked.

“I was rescuing people.”