Page 80 of Scars of Fate

“Lucas.”

“I’m here.”

“You came back.”

The words nearly destroyed me.

I rested my forehead against hers.

Gunfire still surrounded us.

Men shouted.

The wounded cried out.

But for one heartbeat, there was only Wynn.

“I told you I would.”

Her fingers curled into my shirt.

“You told me that before.”

I closed my eyes.

Six years of regret settled between us.

“I know.”

The gunfire began to slow.

Adam and Hawk had reached the extraction point.

Russ fired from behind the lead transport.

Boone dragged the last attacker away from the medical truck.

The ambush was ending.

But the mission had just changed.

I looked at the dead man beside us.

Black tactical gear.

No insignia.

No identification.

A satellite phone was clipped to his vest.

These men hadn’t come for the convoy.

They had come for Wynn.

I picked up the phone.

A message glowed across the screen.