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“I got you,” Matt says by my ear as Wilde points Antonio’s gun at him and warns him to turn around.

Antonio does it, but even when his wrists are strapped together and a gag has been forced into his mouth, I don’t trust it. I don’t trust him. My heart is going with a speed that can’t be healthy, and all I can think is that he was going to kill Sasha. He was going to take him from me.

“What do we do with him?” Wilde asks.

“We call the police.” Sasha’s glaring right back at Antonio. “I have footage of him murdering someone. They’ll have to put him away.”

Wilde nods sharply and turns to Matt. “Help me get him in the truck.”

They leave with Antonio, and Sasha hurries over to me. “Quick, cut me out of this.”

His wrists are bright red from where the zip ties have dug into his skin, and I grit my teeth as I cut him free. I want to kill Antonio. I want to. It’s eating at me that I couldn’t.

Something wet slips between my fingers, and I turn my gaze to the river of blood flowing down my arm. “What the fuck?”

“You’ve been shot,” Sasha says calmly. “I need to look at it.”

When the fuck was I shot? My knives hit the ground as I search for the bullet hole, and when my fingers make contact with my bloody shoulder, I hiss in pain.

“Leave it,” Sasha says. “I’ve got you.”

“I can do it.”

Those pretty blue eyes flash with anger. “I said I’ve got you.” His fingers cup my face, and for the first time, fear sneaks through on his features. “Please let me do this.”

When he’s looking at me like that, he can do anything. I swallow thickly and give in.

He works quickly, and while it hurts, I can’t stop looking at his face, studying the concentration, the worry, the way his eyebrows flex whenever he pauses.

He ties his shirt around my shoulder, pulling it tight. “I think I got the bullet out, but we need to go to Booker’s to stitch you up.”

I shake my head furiously. “I have everything we need at my place.”

“We’ll go there, then.”

Before he can move, I reach for his cheek. It’s so soft under my fingers. “I thought I’d lose you.”

Sasha swallows and forces a smile. “Stronger than I look. Remember?”

I know he’s trying to joke, but he’s right. He’s amazing. I steer his lips to mine, and the gentle kiss we share fills me with relief. He’s here. He’s okay. “I always will,” I promise him.

Out of the two of us, he’s the one who acted when he needed to. I’ll always be in awe of him for that.

Always.

Because after almost losing him, I’ll never go through that again.

CHAPTER

THIRTY-SIX

SASHA

Inever would have forgiven myself if Lynx had died. As it is, his arm is out of commission until it heals, and I can tell the inactivity is already getting to him. It’s been a day.

“You need to rest,” I tell him again.

“I need to see Wilde. Find out what’s happening to Antonio.”