Broken Moon
“Somehow they managed to fight through another wave of guards, get out into the parking lot, hotwire a car, and crash through the electric gates without getting killed. Or having their tires blown out.
“So what now?” Jocelyne asked as Harley turned the car off the road, parking it behind a thicket of trees.
“Now we haul ass.” Harley killed the engine, then hopped out of the car.
“Haul ass?” Jocelyne echoed. The passenger side door swung open a second later, and then Harley was tugging her out of the vehicle. “What do you mean? Like, on foot?”
“Unfortunately, yeah.” Harley cursed as he caught sight of the blood-soaked stain covering the right side of her blouse. The reminder of the flesh wound caused pain to zing to the area, and Jocelyne hissed. Guess the adrenaline was finally wearing off.
“Shit,”
he muttered, crouching down so that he was eye-level with her abdomen.
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