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“David, are you okay?” His words sounded slurred, and he swayed a little, but...he wasn’t drunk.
Jace glanced down at his leg. The blood was still coming hard and fast.
He blinked.
Too much. He’d lost too much.
The world spun, and Jace steadied himself with his free hand. In one quick rush, the blood drained from his face and a frosty cold nipped beneath his skin.
“Shit,” he mumbled, only vaguely aware of what came next.
David glanced in his direction. “Jace? Jace? Oh, fuck.”
When Jace finallycame to,he was sprawled across an old beat-up sofa, the cushions beneath him crying from his muscled weight. He cracked one eye open to find a pair of shiny thin glasses reflecting the light straight into his retina.
“What the hell? Get that fucking light out of my eye.”
The glare dimmed, and Jace peered up at a pair of large hazel eyes and a mop of wavy brown hair. Who the…?
“Shane?”
“Good, you recognized me. Hopefully that means we won’t have to test for any brain damage due to blood loss.”
“What?”
“Shane, I think I can take it from here.” A large hand brushed the kid aside, and David slid into focus. “Hey, man. You okay? You looked whiter than a ghost the last time your eyes were open.”
Jace groaned in response. His whole body felt drained and devoid of any energy.
“You lost a ton of blood, J.” David paused. “By the way, you may need to repurpose the interior of the Chevelle. Just sayin’.”
The image of the sadistic killer’s face flashed in Jace’s mind, and he suddenly recalled why he felt like complete and utter shit.
“Where’s Francesca?” Jace pushed himself up on his elbows.
“I’m right here.” Her gorgeous voice sounded in his ears like a sweet melody. “My arm was broken, and I was a little bruised up, but I’m fine now. I heal fast, you know.”
Jace wanted to snarl, but he didn’t have the energy in him. “That isnotfine,” he grumbled. “I’m going to torture that son of a bitch when I get hold of him.”
David pushed lightly against his shoulder, trying to ease him back down. “It’s cool, J. Take a breather. We’re lucky we got out of there with so little damage—other than my leg, that is.”
Jace’s eyes widened as he remembered. “How bad is it?”
Shane cleared his throat. “He broke it pretty badly. Then he was forced to walk on it to get you and Francesca into the Chevelle before I got there. Even with extensive physical therapy, he might still have a permanent limp, and he’ll definitely be out of commission for a while.”
Jace met David’s gaze. David’s eyes burned with rage, and Jace knew that if David had the ability, he would kill Robert with his bare hands. If there was one thing David couldn’t handle, it was people screwing with his job, and being physically impaired was practically number one on the list of things that would completely mess up David’s hunting skills.
“David, man, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have—”
David shook his head and cut off Jace. “Don’t even go there, J. I’m a big boy. I can handle myself, and I chose to get involved in this, so leave it.”
Jace nodded and grumbled as he shoved himself into an upright position. Francesca was sitting in a brown suede La-Z-Boy with a blanket wrapped tight around her body. A sharp pang hit Jace hard in the chest; he’d never been so envious of a blanket. He wanted to hold her, touch her, make sure she was okay. His body stiffened, and a slow ache throbbed in his chest as he pictured her wrapped up in his arms, his hands stroking her smooth skin.
But she wasn’t his to comfort.
She belonged to another man. Another goddamn wolf shifter.
He shifted his weight, and a pain in his thigh snapped him back to reality. He was ass-deep in a hunt for a sadistic killer, and the last thing he needed was to be hung up on a beautiful woman, much less one who wasn’t available.
