She clung to me as I walked, not saying a word about me carrying her, which told me how truly spent she really was underneath her alpha bravado. I kept an eye out for more threats, but thankfully, we didn’t run into anyone else before we reached the nearest guardhouse. The door was locked, which was a good sign. Before I could free a hand to knock, it popped open.
Our youngest perimeter guard, Burt, stuck his head out, looked both ways, and waved us inside. He locked the door behind us as I knelt and gently sat Leigh in the chair next to the cabinet with the spare clothes and supplies stored in it. She hesitated before unwinding her arms from around my neck.
“Are we safe in here? The guys you fought weren’t the only ones. It sounded like a lot of people out there for some reason. Do you
