Page 70 of Scars of Fate

“It isn’t a lie.”

“Your sleeve is soaked.”

“Wynn—”

“I can wrap it again.”

“While we’re carrying a dying man up a mountain?”

She frowned.

“That was unnecessarily dramatic.”

Boone looked at me over Samir’s body.

“He isn’t wrong.”

“I don’t remember asking you.”

“I’m just trying to help.”

“You’re doing a terrible job.”

“Story of my life.”

Despite the pain, I almost smiled.

Then a rifle cracked behind us.

Hawk fired immediately.

“Movement on the lower trail!”

Adam turned toward the sound.

“How many?”

“Several.”

Another shot.

“One fewer now.”

I adjusted my grip on Samir.

“Extraction point?”

“Less than a quarter mile,” Adam answered.

“Hawk can’t hold them alone.”

“I know.”

He looked at Boone.

“Get Samir and Wynn to the transports.”

Wynn’s eyes narrowed.