COHEN

The ground was hard and cold beneath my body. The night was cold. My body was cold. Why the f*ck was everything so cold?

I'd lost too much blood.

"Stay with me," someone said.

Hands gripped my body, and I was lifted. Pain ripped through me and I lost consciousness.

I blinked my eyes open and was in a moving vehicle, sprawled out in the back seat.

Lance was leaning into the back from the front passenger seat as we sped down the road, his hands ...