The woman helped Calista up, mindful of her wounds.
“You’re badly injured,” she said in Russian, sniffing as she placed Calista's arm around her shoulder and helped her walk.
Calista’s legs were working just fine, but she was dizzy as hell and a raging headache pounded in her head as if it were trying to knock her out.
“My car is just a few steps away,” she said, her voice hoarse. When she managed to spot the car through her blurry vision, the woman helped her to it and took the keys from her. She opened the passenger’s door and Calista entered.
She groaned, holding her head. Her face felt swollen and one of her eyes was shut.
“s**t,” she cursed under her breath. This was what she gets for playing hero. But she didn't regret it, and she was glad that fucker was dead, even though
