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To my surprise, she straddles my lap before sliding to my other side and keeping one leg over mine. It would be hot as hell if my arm weren’t pulsating in pain.

“Looks like more of a fracture.” Bryn inspects my arm. “No open wound. This will hurt.” His warning is shit as he sorts out the bone and puts it in place.

Sweat beads on my forehead, and I bite my cheek until I taste blood.

“All right, I can set this.” He reaches for his pack and sets it between my legs. “Sin, get me a stick.”

“A stick?” He blinks in disbelief.

The entire situation is comical, and I shouldn’t laugh, but a small one slips out.

“A stick,” Bryn repeats, pulling out medical tape. “One preferably straighter than you.”

“All right, Boy Scout.” Sin turns around and finds the straightest stick he can find.

Sawyer just shakes her head before resting it on my shoulder. She inhales me and murmurs, “I wish I could smell you.”

I kiss her forehead. “I know, baby girl.”

“I want popcorn and a movie marathon after this,” she tells me.

“Did you get it on video?”

“That’s what you’re worried about?” she snaps.

“We can laugh about it later.” Bryn sets my arm. “Ouch, man.”

“Don’t be a pussy,” he snaps at me.

“You aren’t a pussy,” Sawyer whispers. “I’d have screamed the whole way down that hill.”

“Cliff, baby, it was a cliff.”

“Shh, don’t remind me. My memory is already making it tolerable.”

I chuckle and kiss her forehead again. I can’t get enough of her, so I tug her close and bury my nose in her hair. My eyes scan behind her, seeing the ledge we’re on runs for about a half mile before the bridge cuts across.

It looks dangerous. Hell, this entire trip is turning into far more than any of us bargained for, but we can’t stop. All I can think about is how far those gammas got, and how hurt they must have been while evading all the patrols, yet they kept going until they died so close to freedom.

I owe it to them to keep going and then demolish whatever hell they lived in.

Sawyer

“This sounds like the worst idea either of you have ever had.” I cross my arms and glare at Rumor and Bryn, hoping to convey my displeasure. They are playing with their lives, and I have half a mind to convince them we need to go back.

We can’t, but that is beside the point.

“It’s almost nightfall anyway, Sawyer,” Bryn reasons gently. “We can’t camp here, and we can’t cross that bridge in plain sight.”

“So you want to wait until it’s dark and creep across a rickety bridge between a… What the fuck even is that?” I hiss, because I know not to screech out here.

“Ravine,” Sin supplies from behind me. He’s propped himself up on a tree, his legs crossed and sunglasses on his head, acting like he doesn’t have a care in the world.

It would be nice to even have an ounce of his chill right about now, but if I said that out loud, he’d probably just offer me an injection of the dick kind, and I am not in the mood.

I’m probably getting my period. This only pisses me off more because it’s another reminder that I am a gamma and barren.

Why even get a period at all?

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