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“Be ready for wha—”
I grunted loudly through an explosive blast of searing hot pain. It hit so fast and unexpectedly, I nearly bit my tongue off.
“FUCK!”
When it was over, I was no longer impaled by the spindle. Ryder slipped the scarf over my upper thigh and cinched it tight. As a tourniquet it worked quickly, stemming the flow of blood.
“Wait!” I suddenly remembered. “Camryn!”
The two of them rushed off, leaving me clutching my leg. Relief washed over me when they came back with Camryn in tow, rubbing her wrists. She stopped just long enough to fling herself into my arms.
“Are you okay?” I asked frantically.
“Me? Yes!” Her face registered shock at my bloodied leg. “But what about—”
“Never mind me,” I growled, jerking my head toward the door. “He didn’t leave all that long ago. If you hurry now, you might catch—”
“Don’t worry about chasing him,” Ryder interjected, as he helped me hobble over to the couch. The cushions hissed as I sank into them, grimacing at a new flash of pain.
“We know where he’s going.”
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CAMRYN
“It’s not that bad, really.”
“Not that bad?” I rebutted, my face still drawn with worry. “Seriously?”
“Trust me,” Oakley laughed. “I’ve had worse.”
He kicked his other leg up on the couch, and reached for the whiskey again. The wound had been clean at least, and hadn’t hit anything major. It took two dressings, but the blood had finally stopped.
“Call them,” I urged. “See what’s happening.”
Oakley took a long pull from the amber liquid and shook his head. “Can’t. They didn’t take their phones.”
For the better part of the past hour I’d been pacing the living room, throwing logs on the fire. By now it was so hot we were sweating.
“Sarge’s brother…” Oakley sighed again, shaking his head. “I still can’t believe it.”
“He looked like him,” I agreed. “That’s for sure.”
“Looked like him?” he avowed. “He even stood like him. Moved like him. Carried himself, exactly like Sarge.”
He touched his ribs, wincing painfully.
“He fought like him, too.”
I paced another lap, picking out another few splinters of wood I’d missed while cleaning up their giant mess. Jaxon and Ryder were tough, but the man who’d torn through here was decidedly dangerous. Knowing where he was going was one thing. But backing him into a corner…
That part worried the hell out of me.
“Listen, if—”
The sound of the Marauder’s engine came out of nowhere. It roared into the driveway, and shut down just as quickly. For several long moments there was only the howl of the wind outside. Then we heard the ‘ka-chunk’ of the truck’s big doors opening and slamming shut.
Jaxon and Ryder burst through the front door, dragging something behind them. My shoulders slumped with relief, as I realized what it was.
