The spinning lights of the sheriff's cars flashed across the cabin's windows moments later. Doyle Carter was dead. The nightmare over.
A whimper sounded from the couch as Dara prodded Dax's body, putting a cast on the German Shepherd's leg. Logan jerked his attention to the two women surrounding the dog, Madison refusing to leave Dax's side while Dara worked. Now, they only had to deal with the aftermath of that final fight.
“You sure you don't want to go to the hospital and get checked out?" Samira asked him and not for the first time.
Logan turned toward her, one eyebrow c****d. “For a few bruises and punch to the skull?" He shook his head and immediately regretted it. “No. I'll be fine in a few hours." He turned back to Dax. “He'll need a little more attention, I think."
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