“You need to let me go.” She was so exhausted. So tired of fighting. “You need to get somewhere safe.” “No! I’m not leaving you.” He slid an arm through the bars, wrapping it around her waist. She flinched as fingers pressed against the wound on her side, saw the way his face tightened as he realized how deep it was. Turning his head, he shouted, “Where the hell are those tools?” But Lara knew they’d never make it in time.
