SIERRA’S POVI drifted in and out of consciousness to the steady rhythm of a heartbeat that was not my own.Strong arms held me close, my cheek pressed against a broad chest that rose and fell with controlled breaths. Every step jarred my side, pain blooming sharply, but the arms tightened each time it happened, like he was trying to absorb it for me.“Easy,” Isaak murmured. “I’ve got you.”The edge in his tone anchored me more than the words themselves. I tried to answer but my throat felt swollen and raw, so I curled my fingers into the fabric of his shirt instead. His grip tightened instantly.“I’m here,” he said again, lower now.The world shifted as he adjusted his hold, tucking me closer against him, shielding me with his body. My head rested beneath his chin, his scent surrounding me. It made my chest ache worse than the wound.Every now and then, I felt his pace falter, his breathing hitch, like he was fighting something inside himself, but he never stopped, never set me down,
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