Page 68 of Scars of Fate

A dark stain spread along her left thigh.

“You’re bleeding.”

“I caught my leg on the rocks. It’s a scratch.”

I stopped.

Boone nearly lost his grip on Samir.

“What are you doing?”

“She’s injured.”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re limping.”

“I’m walking.”

“You’re impossible.”

“Keep moving,” Adam ordered. “We’ll examine everyone at the extraction point.”

I looked toward him.

“She’s bleeding.”

“So are you.”

I glanced at my arm.

The bandage Wynn had wrapped around it was soaked through.

I’d forgotten about the wound.

“It’s nothing.”

Wynn raised one eyebrow.

“That sounds familiar.”

Boone laughed.

I glared at him.

“You want to carry Samir by yourself?”

His laughter ended.

“Nope.”

“Then keep walking.”

“Yes, sir.”

We continued up the trail.

Wynn remained at my side.