Zane was covered in mud. A deep cut at his temple was bleeding through the grime, his left arm was twisted at an unnatural angle, and his torn shirt revealed dark bruising underneath.Shane quickly checked him over, his expression turning serious. "Tessa, he may have fractures and internal injuries. We need to get him to a hospital now."We flagged down a passing herder's pickup and endured the rough ride to Queenridge County Hospital.I sat in the back, carefully supporting Zane's head so the jolting truck wouldn't knock him around. As the mud dried, it hardened across his face, stripping away the cool composure he usually wore. His brows were tightly drawn, his face pale, and his breathing came shallow and fast.I looked at the wound on his temple and felt none of the old rush I might once have expected. All that remained was a complicated sense of calm.By risking his life to save us, Zane had added one final, heavy weight to the ten years between us.As soon as we reached the hosp
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