He looked up at the girl standing over him. "Ge

, mocking smile touched the corners of her mo

e mountain," Damian grunted, fighting a wave of n

s with utter boredom. She turned her back on

ands into the mud and pushed himself up. His legs gave o

blood soaked through the tight bandages. A

econd, letting out a heavy, irritated sigh

of his ruined suit, and hauled his massiv

t the terrifying, unnatural core strength

arm around his waist, practically carrying his dead weight

ep himself from passing out, he forced his brain to work. "Wh

n lied smoothly, n

kind of alias a ghost would use. But the blood loss was maki

ines, shoving him into a dark, narrow cave hidden i

tely went to the cave entrance, pulling a thin tripw

suspicion in his gut burned hotter than his wound. "Give me your phone," he

he reached into the front p

rembling hand, expect

ultice of crushed, pungent leaves directly onto th

dstream like a freight train. D

chest. He stared at her face, fighting the darkn

ion was completely empty, like she wa

ack. His head hit the

ched down and unbuttoned the rest o

s a bizarre, jagged scar. The skin around it was flushed red

homemade herb paste from her pack and smeared a t

ulling out his leather wallet, his encrypted phone, and a small G

m over his legs, hiding him in the shadows. She

walked out into the freezing night air, leaving D