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By the will of the gods alone, she managed to get Grey to the car and leave without being seen. So focused on escape, Sage had hardly given thought to what came next. But once they reached safety, the reality of Grey’s injuries reared its ugly head. Not simply broken, his leg looked as if it had been roughly pulled apart and shoved back together. She had never seen his face so pale. In shock and yet somehow still clinging to the edge of consciousness, Grey held up as much of his own weight as he could while she rushed him into the safe house.
“Tell me what to do!” She helped Grey to the bed.
He fell face forward, and cried out into the mattress as his body came to rest. She would have left him as he lay, but despite the pain it caused him, Grey would not be still.
“See...how
