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near. He was a ghost in the forest or the desert. Some called him death and most avoided him. Here she was, looking up at him with compassion and even caring on her transparent face. He wanted to crush her sinfully sweet mouth under his, and yet, all the while, a part of his brain knew exactly where the soldier was, planned his every move, the step to take him away from Briony and the smooth throw that would end a life.
    The soldier abruptly turned and walked back down the narrow alley, leaving them alone in the shadows. For a moment she sagged against him, the relief making her legs rubbery. “That was so close. Thank God.”
    He didn’t tell her that God had left him a long time ago; instead he buried his face in the softness of her neck and inhaled her scent, wishing he could keep her. She fit in his arms and in his mind, but she would never fit into his life. He would hold on too tight, keep her too close, so close she wouldn’t be able to breathe. She couldn’t possibly understand a man like him, his sins so black there was no redemption, his rules his own, and his code one beyond civilization.
    “Jack?”
    Her voice pulled him out of his semistupor—or maybe it was a dream; he honestly couldn’t tell anymore. He put her away from him and looked up at the window. “I can make it, and I’ll cover you.”
    Briony didn’t protest. He’d be lucky to make the leap, let alone try to protect her, but pointing out his rapidly deteriorating condition wouldn’t get him into the room faster. She simply nodded and sent up a silent prayer that he make it on the first try. She wasn’t altogether certain she was strong enough to jump the distance with him on her shoulder. Briony stood back to give him room, all the while keeping an eye on the entrance to the alley. “Go now,” she encouraged, afraid the soldier might return.
    Jack leapt, catching the windowsill and pulling himself into the room. Briony let out the breath she’d been holding and followed him up, sliding through the window and crouching on the floor, wanting to cry with relief. Now that she had the man in her room, she wasn’t sure what she was going to do with him, but she calmly closed the window and hurried to get a bottle of cold water before turning on the light.
    “Drink. You’re dehydrated and burning up with fever. I’m going to clean your wounds and give you a shot of antibiotics. We carry medical supplies with us and I’m not bad at stitching when I have to do it.”
    “You give me the supplies and I can handle it,” he assured her, sitting on the edge of the bed. The room was small and the bed looked inviting. “Nothing ever tastes quite so good as water.” He trickled the fluid down his throat, resisting the urge to gulp it. “Thanks.”
    “You’re welcome.” Briony dipped a cloth in cool water and held it to the back of his neck. “You’ve got a really bad infection, Jack. I know you could sew the wounds yourself, but why don’t you rest and just let me take care of you for now.”
    Jack took another, longer drink, his parched body greedy for the cool liquid. He took the cool cloth and bathed his face while he watched her mix up a solution in a bowl. “Get me tweezers.”
    “What?” She looked startled.
    “I’m going to take care of your face and arm. You’ll get an infection if we leave it. I won’t be in any shape to do it after, so get me the tweezers now.”
    “You’ve got to be joking.”
    “I don’t joke.” His voice was grim and he swayed, reaching for the wall to steady himself. “I mean it. You’re not touching me until I fix you up. And if I pass out and someone comes, you get the hell out of here. Go through the window, up to the rooftops, not the alley, they’ll trap you in the alley. Use the rooftops as long as you can and head back to the forest. You can hide out there.”
    “Do you boss everyone around?” She pulled the tweezers from her medical kit and handed them to him. “I feel like an idiot