Steve’s POVThe SUV smelled like blood and gravel dust.Darcie was limp across my lap in the backseat, head tucked against my chest, her breathing shallow but even. Noah was driving fast, his eyes flicking to the rearview every few seconds. Josh had sped away the second we got her clear of the containers to follow Christopher, his truck roaring off into the dark after the fading engine sound. One curt order before he left.“Get her to the hospital. I’ll handle Christopher.”I hadn’t argued. There was no point.My arms stayed locked around her. She was freezing, her skin was clammy, lips pale, cuts on her knees and feet still seeping through the hasty bandages Noah had wrapped on the way. Myl jacket was draped over her shoulders, but it wasn’t enough. I rubbed slow, steady circles on her arm, trying to push any warmth I had into her body.“She’s out,” I said quietly. “Her pulse is strong and breathing is okay. But she’s lost blood. Cheek’s swollen badly. Lip’s split. Her feet and kne
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