Page 348 of Scars of Fate

His camera struck the floor.

The image tilted sideways.

Two armed men moved through a doorway at the end of the hall.

Boone fired from behind cover.

One fell.

The other disappeared.

“Boone, report,” Adam ordered.

“I’m offended.”

“By what?”

“He shot at me.”

A breathless laugh escaped me.

Even trapped inside an enemy bunker, Boone remained Boone.

Lucas glanced at me.

“He does that when he’s afraid.”

“Jokes?”

“Yes.”

“I thought he joked because he enjoyed annoying everyone.”

“That too.”

Boone changed magazines.

His hand shook.

Pain.

Blood loss.

Exhaustion.

He looked down at his left hand.

A narrow gold wedding band circled his finger.

His thumb brushed over it once.

Wren.

The small gesture told me everything.

Boone wasn’t only fighting to bring the hostages home.

He was fighting to return to the woman waiting for him.