Dan swallowed his words. The logic he’d clung to just seconds ago crumbled the moment he looked into Lydia’s eyes. She wasn’t arguing to prove a point, she was seriously dead. Whatever decision he’d been about to make? It was wrong. And wrong meant dead.
He sucked in a shaky breath, trying to calm the chaos in his chest. His heart was still hammering from nearly becoming panther chow. Frustration surged through him, he’d just escaped a pack of monsters, and now he’d almost been mauled by a real one. His life felt like it was dangling by a thread.
Lydia let go of his wrist. Quick, silent. She flicked the mud off her palms, then adjusted the weapon strapped to her hip, Dan hadn’t even noticed it until now. He watched her closely. Every move was clean, precise. Like muscle memory. Like she’
