Instead, the dirty, abandoned storeroom where they’d hidden for the night proved to be as uncomfortably real as the naked man curled feverishly in the far corner. Dark hair clinging, sticky with sweat, to his forehead and his left arm cradled protectively against his chest, he murmured in a restless sleep. His words she didn’t understand, but the tight-throated moans and white-lipped grimaces were more than comprehensible. No longer hidden beneath a panther’s camouflaging coat, a million shallow slashes marred Mac’s torso, each one an ugly black ribbon against the background collage of purple and green bruising. His face had fared little better. A swollen eye, lips split and bloodied, a deep cut above his eyebrow. Yet nothing prepared her for the stretched and shining flesh scarring much of his upper back. A hideous burn, by the looks of it, long since healed over. Not a crime to be laid at the Frenchman’s feet. Someone else had tried very hard to kill Mac Flannery once upon a time.
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