"Finish...get her out..." I grit out through clenched teeth, using every ounce of resolve to keep the pain and blackness edging my vision at bay.
Greg's expression is stricken, his features painted in a mask of anguish and indecision. For a moment, it looks like he might bodily hoist me up and try to pull me to safety against my wishes. But another deafening fusillade rips across our position, seeming to shake him back to grim clarity.
"Stubborn, brave girl," he growls, jaw clenched so tightly I fear his teeth might shatter. Giving one final squeeze to my arm, Greg turns and snaps into motion with frightening intensity.
In what feels like the span of a single ragged breath, he has the wounded fighter slung over one massively muscled shoulder in a fireman's carry. Yet his dark eyes neve
