Chapter 12

• Instead of getting in her face, he went over to the man watching them with great interest, like they were here for his entertainment. “Get up.” His good mood was plummeting more with each second. He flipped the blanket off him and grabbed him under his arm to help him up. Even with the little movement he’d made since being bound, his wrists were a bloody mess. Shit. He was going to have to look like a soft heart in front of her, but if he didn’t bind the wrists and then put the wire over it, the bad guy was going to slowly bleed out before he made it back to the Alliance holding area. The man struggled to get up without moving his wrists and slicing deeper into his arms. “In the outside pocket of my bag is a med kit, grab it.”
• She gave him a look that clearly said, why the hell would I do that?
• “If we don’t bind his wrists, he’s going to bleed out before he’s picked up.”