Warren pressed a clean rag to her side in the backseat. She didn’t make a sound. Pain was good, it meant that she wasn’t about to pass out yet. And this was more bearable than having dozens of her bones fractured and broken after a sound beating.
From the driver’s seat, Marco was hunched forward and leaning over the steering wheel as he peered around with desperate twists and turns of his head. Right, because a medical care facility closer than the one they were going to was going to spontaneously appear on the way. Eden breathed out an impatient sigh and immediately regretted it when a stinging, surging pain erupted from her wound.
“Don’t breathe so hard.”
She looked over at the boy. God, he looked even younger now than he had back there in the house.
“How old are you?” she asked.
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