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The sound of car doors slamming and tire wheels screaming at the asphalt didn’t assuage Lance’s pounding heart. His limbs tingled as they crouched over Gwin’s body. Inside, he felt his organs quivering with anxiety.
First the blades, then the fire, then the bullets. She could’ve died three different ways tonight. His stomach churned at the very thought of it.
He had no care that the blade had pierced his skin. Even now blood dripped down his neck. He didn’t think twice about the ruined skin of his wrists where the fire had bit at him. He had no concern that a bullet came close to launching into his skull and knocking his mortal lights out. His only thought was for Gwin’s safety.
That’s why Lance remained over Gwin longer than was prudent. He covered her body with his to keep any mor
