Page 44 of Scars of Fate

The bullet had torn through the fabric, leaving a deep groove across his upper arm.

Not life-threatening.

Painful enough.

I cleaned and wrapped the wound as quickly as I could.

“You should’ve let me go,” I whispered.

His answer came so quietly I almost missed it.

“I already did that once.”

My hands stopped.

I looked into those familiar silver eyes.

There wasn’t any anger in them now.

Only regret.

Six years’ worth.

Before I could answer, Adam’s voice echoed across the canyon.

“Brave! Move! We’ve got incoming armor!”

Lucas stood immediately.

The conversation ended before it had truly begun.

He offered me his uninjured hand.

“Can you run?”

I slipped my fingers into his.

Just for a second.

Just long enough to stand.

“I’ve got you,” he said.

I looked at him.

At the blood staining the bandage around his arm.

At the determination in those silver eyes.

For the first time since our divorce, I believed him.

Above us, the rumble of heavy engines echoed through the canyon.

The battle wasn’t over.

It was about to get worse.

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