CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Five long hours later, Devon helped Kristen climb into his bed after getting them both undressed and showering the last of the murky lake water off their bodies. Her body was marred with cuts and bruises, and it was all he could do to tamp down the anger of what’d happened and the fear of what could have happened to her. He’d tenderly washed her hair and skin before toweling the excess moisture away.
The laceration on her forehead had taken twelve tiny stitches to close, but the plastic surgeon did his best to prevent any visible scarring after it healed. While she did have a minor concussion, as he’d earlier suspected, the emergency room physician had assured them she could go home as long as Devon stayed close and monitored her for any related symptoms.
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