Saint:
The moment I saw Shay packed up and ready to go, I knew where I was taking her. I tossed Mac the keys to her car without a second thought. He nodded and immediately took off, heading out the door with her bags. I glanced down at Shawn laying there knocked out one more time, my blood still simmering with rage at the bastard for touching what was mine. He wouldn’t be a problem anymore.
I strode over to Shay, my mind already focused on getting her out of here. She looked fragile, her small frame barely holding it together after everything that had just gone down. Without saying a word, I scooped her up into my arms, her body resting against me like she was fragile glass.
"We’re getting you out of here," I muttered under my breath, the words as much for me as for her.
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