Olive got on her feet and crossed away from the dead rogue. Wayne grabbed her arm and pulled her abruptly, landing his lips on hers and sighing in relief like body contact with her just calmed his raging self.

The kiss was short and he dug his nose in her neck, inhaling her deeply.

“I felt the pain when you got injured. Both on your arm and back,” he whispered. Olive placed her hand on his back.

“I'm fine. Look, I'm already healing.”

He looked at her arm and ...