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“I can walk, damn it,” Kali growled in a slightly slurred voice. She blinked several times as rain blurred her vision and glared up at the stubborn facial lines of the male carrying her. “I’ve got a cut, not a broken leg.”
Razor’s mouth tightened. She had more than a cut, it was a bloody slice half the length of his arm and at least a quarter inch deep. From the shivers wracking her body, it was more than the cold affecting her as well. She was beginning to go into shock from blood loss. Her face was white and her eyes, while angry, were wide with a glaze to them.
He cursed himself for not checking her over before he carried her away. His main focus was to get her to a place where he could protect her. He did not want to take a chance of anyone else surprising him.
Or give her a cha
