“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. Reaching through the bars, she caught hold of his face. “Look at me. Listen to me.” He resisted. Like he knew what she was going to say. But then he met her gaze. “I’m sorry.” A wave hammered her in the back, forcing her to pause while she fought the current. “I’m so sorry
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