Chapter 186
- Ava’s POV
- A growling groan of pain was ripped from his throat as fresh blood seeped through his wet shirt, but still, he hauled me up. "Move," he snarled, shoving me toward the cabin.
- I collapsed, the misery in my foot a white-hot nova. "I can't walk, you son of a bitch," I spat from the ground, forced to crawl through the mud. "What's the matter? Afraid you'll bleed to death before your master plan comes together?"