He grabbed her hand—then released it just as quickly.
"No need. This is enough," Liam said.
Suzy looked at him, eyebrows raised. "Are you really that afraid of owing someone a favor?"
His lips moved slightly, but no answer came.
She didn't rush him. She simply watched him in silence.
The beam of the flashlight stretched between them, illuminating his face. For once, the usual cold detachment had softened, just a little.
Suzy continued, her tone steady. "At a time like this, there's no point getting hung up on that. If your wound gets worse, who knows what could happen. Isn't your brother still waiting for you at home?"
At the mention of his brother, Liam's lashes trembled.
Right. His younger brother was still waiting. He couldn't die out here—not now.
