Chapter 87

“Come on,” he said, lowering his voice. “We can’t stay here. Whoever fired that shot might still be nearby.”

“I can’t walk,” she whispered.

He looked at her for a second, then, without hesitation, crouched in front of her. “Then I’ll carry you.”

“Quinton, no, you can’t-”

“Get on,” he ordered.

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