His strong hand pinned her wrist against the pillow.Winter lost her balance and fell back onto it.She met Chris’s dark, stormy eyes. There was something churning in them, like black clouds gathering before a storm. Her dark red blood was still smeared across his left cheek, and there was something almost frighteningly obsessive about him.In a low, hoarse voice, he said, “Let me treat it first.”Winter yanked hard at her hand, but he wouldn’t let go. She lifted her leg and tried to kick him, only for his other hand to clamp down on her thigh.That position forced him over her. His broad shoulders blocked out half the light, and with the backlight behind him, his features looked darker and harsher.Again, in that low voice, he said, “Let me treat it first.”“You had the nerve to shoot at me, so don’t bother treating my wound.” Winter’s eyes were still painfully red. “What a shame, Chris. Aren’t you supposed to be such a good shot? Back on the helicopter, you were so far away an
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