Page 155 of Scars of Fate

I helped Wynn out of her harness.

She tried to stand.

Her knees buckled.

I caught her.

“I can walk.”

“You can barely sit.”

“I’m dizzy.”

“That isn’t better.”

“We need to get out of here.”

For once, we agreed.

I lifted her into my arms.

She immediately protested.

“Lucas.”

“No.”

“You’re injured too.”

“No.”

“That isn’t an answer.”

“It’s the only one you’re getting.”

Her arms went around my neck.

The movement felt so natural it hurt.

Six years disappeared.

I remembered carrying her across the threshold of our first apartment.

The place had been too small.

The pipes rattled.

The neighbors argued through walls thin enough to hear every word.

Wynn had laughed when I nearly dropped her because my boot caught on the rug.

We’d been happy there.

Not because of the apartment.

Because we were together.

I had forgotten how simple happiness could be.