Chapter 35

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There’s a low building at one end of

the camp that used to be a storage facility of sorts, but now it’s

been converted into a makeshift hospital. I stop a doctor and ask

where my boy is. “Tait, room 7,” she tells me, reading off her

clipboard. With a wink, she adds, “These doors lock, Captain. Keep

that in mind.”

I grin at her and hurry down the hall.

The door to his room is ajar, but I knock as I push my way inside.

“Tomas?”

He’s sitting on the edge of the bed

dressed only in boxer shorts and a clean T-shirt. His left leg is

bandaged, the white gauze bright against his dusky skin. I remember

the doctor’s advice and lock the door before I cross the room. Then

he’s finally in my arms, our lips pressing together with a

sweetness I thought I’d never taste again.

“Oh, God, Jace,” he moans,

pulling me down to him.

Grinning, I tell him we should take it

easy. “You’re wounded.” My hand brushes over the bandage covering