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“Someone already called!”

Thank God.

“Then please, keep people back.”

The woman nodded and stepped away.

Blake pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed Emmett. Thankfully, his team leader answered on the second ring.

“Savage? I thought you and your girl were supposed to be having lu⁠—”

“Someone just tried running us over.”

A brief but stark silence, and then, “Where?”

Blake rattled off their location.

“Dark SUV,” he added. “Pretty sure it was black. Driver deliberately came onto the sidewalk.”

“You or Devon get hurt?”

“I’m good, but Devon . . .” He looked down to find her watching him, pale and confused. “She’s conscious now, but she hit her head pretty damn hard. Brief loss of consciousness.”

A low curse reached Blake’s ear.

“Stay put,” Emmett ordered. “I’m calling Boone.”

The call ended abruptly.

Blake slipped his phone away and brought his attention back to Devon. “Help’s on the way,” he assured her.

She tried sitting up again, and again, he gently made her stop.

“Easy.”

“I’m okay.”

“We’ll let the paramedics decide that, yeah?”

Devon searched his gaze, covering one of his hands with hers. Her brows dipped inward.

“Blake?” She frowned deeper. “Blake, you’re shaking.”

He hadn’t realized it until she said the words. Glancing down, he saw his hands tremble.

“Adrenaline.” He curled them into fists, then forced them open again.

“Are you hurt?”

“No.”

The expression on her face said she wasn’t so sure. “Promise?”

“Devon, I’m good.” Blake brought a gentle palm to the uninjured side of her face. “I promise.”

A tear cut a trail through the dust covering her cheek.

“They f-found me.”