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run. Wendy watched him slog by,
looking away from his heated glower because this was her fault and she fucking
knew it.
    Stopping in front
of Rebecca, his pulse thudded in his ears. The tablecloth of blood turned his
stomach. “How are you?”
    Looking up at him,
fresh tears darkened the grime hiding her colorless face. Blood gathered around
her arm on the table, running to the edge and dripping onto the floor.
“Fucked.”
    Pulling out a
chair that scraped too loudly in the quiet sucking the air from the room, he
sat down and clasped his hands together. “Can I take a look?”
    She hesitated
before pulling back the towel.
    Paul tried not to
grimace but it was impossible not to when he saw the mangled mess of severed flesh
and nerves. It was a wonder she was even alive. If the virus didn’t get her,
which it surely would, she would most definitely bleed out without immediate
medical attention. His gaze landed on the open first aid kit on the table. Band-Aids
and hydrogen peroxide. That was their medical care now and it was almost funny.
    She pressed the
towel back over the wound, blood pooling around her feet. “I’m scared Paul.
This is really bad.”
    “Everything is
going to be fine. I promise.”
    “He came out of
nowhere. I didn’t even see him until it...”
    “I know, I know. Just
sit here and relax for a second. I’m going to get you some water.”
    She chuckled,
eyelids heavy and glassy like she just rolled in from an all-nighter.
    Rising from the chair,
he put his head down and trudged across the mess hall, curling his hands into
fists as he went. “Can I talk to you?” he whispered without slowing.
    Wendy followed him
into the kitchen, stopping in front of a lifeless walk-in cooler. Kneeling
down, he took the gun from the dead Guardswoman before standing tall and
getting in Wendy’s face. His breath washed over her in warm waves, anger
constricting his pupils.
    “What the hell was
that out there?”
    Her brow creased.
“What was what?” she whispered back.
    He pointed to the wall
of ovens separating them from the others out in the cafeteria. “You had that
shot on Rebecca.”
    “No, I didn’t,”
she replied, taking a step back and tripping over the dead lunch lady’s legs.
    He grabbed her
hand and stopped her fall, yanking her hard against him. “I saw it, Wendy. You
had a clear shot on that guy and didn’t take it.”
    She tried to push
away but he held on tight. “Paul, I didn’t have a clear shot and those things
were almost on me.”
    “Bullshit!” His
face twisted in the dim light of a nearby lantern. “You let her get bit.”
    A perfectly played
shell-shocked expression slipped over her face. “Why are you doing this?”
    “Why are you?” He slammed
a fist down on a metal table, rattling some dirty silverware. “Did you think
Rebecca was going to get in the way of your little fantasy?”
    “ Fantasy ?”
    “Yeah, you know, the
one where you and I ride off into the sunset together at the end of the day.”
    “Paul, I don’t
know what…”
    “You know exactly
what I’m talking about!”
    Flinching, Wendy
tried pulling free and he yanked her to his lips, kissing her hard and wet. She
tasted like cinnamon and it turned his stomach. Drawing apart, he stared into
her blue pools, chest undulating beneath his t-shirt. “Is that what you want?”
he whispered, holding her against him.
    Wendy stared up
into his brown eyes, stunned and unnerved, mouth gasping for air.
    “Answer me!” He
shook her by the arms. “Is that what you want?”
    “Yes,” she replied
in a breathless whisper.
    Pushing her away,
antipathy curled his lips at the corners. “Too bad, because that’s never going
to happen between us. Never.”
    She took his hand
and he yanked it free. “Paul, didn’t that night on the boat mean anything to
you?”
    “Yeah, it meant that
I can’t handle my tequila anymore.”
    “No.” Faintly, she
shook her head, eyes misting over. “You take that back.”
    “I