"You have a lot of admirers, Agent Grant."
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Julian's disapproval was writ large in the arch of his brow. Just as Maximillian attempted to yank himself free, Florian, his face contorted in pain, lurched forward, his weight falling heavily against Maximillian.
"I am so sorry," Florian wheezed, his voice strained. He swayed against Maximillian, a grimace twisting his pale face. "I don't think I can... Max, can you please..."
His plea for help was cut short by a pained gasp from Julian. The other omega clutched his bandaged chest, his brow furrowing in sudden agony. "The gunshot wound..." he managed, voice tight with pain. "I think... I ripped it open."
Without wasting any second to think, Maximillian swept Julian into his arms in a single fluid motion.
