Chapter 430

"Huh?" Claire snapped after cursing all the way back, only to be caught off guard by the sudden voice behind her. Hanson didn't bother repeating himself. He was already leaning back against the cave wall, slowly getting himself seated. His face twisted from the pain as the pressure hit his wound. Eyes squeezed shut, he braced through the wave of agony before he reacted. Claire wasn't deaf. She heard him loud and clear—just didn't immediately catch his drift. Now she got it. The guy dragged his injured body out, probably thinking she'd ditched him for good since she'd been gone too long. A smirk crept onto her face. She tossed a teasing remark over her shoulder, "Wow, Hanson the psycho, did you actually come out looking for me 'cause you were worrying I got eaten out there?" "As if," Hanson shot back before even opening his eyes. When he finally did, his whole body locked up in place. The cold sweat on his forehead was eased by the cooling cloth, and even that stifling irritation in his