“What will?” I asked.
She yanked her arm away. “Shame on you.”
“No, I don’t want anything. Please, don’t take him away.”
She slid open the back door of a large black minibus. “Say goodbye.”
“What are you doing?” Danton looked panicked.
I sprinted toward the minibus and stood between Danton and the men.
“This is not negotiable,” said Tilley. “You’re too weak to stay here, Danton.”
“Will you be with me?” He looked up at her. “Will you stay in the hospital when the time comes?”
She smiled at him. “It will be easier to visit you in Paris.”
“Take me back in.” Danton grabbed one of the men’s arms.
“Hurry, please,” Tilley said to the men. “We need to avoid rush hour.” She glared at me. “Get your things. I’m locking up the house.”
I threw my arms around Danton in a panic. “Tell them, Danton. Tell them what you want.”
“Scarlet,” he whispered.
“I’m not letting go.”
He kissed my cheek. “The cavalry’s here.”
I followed his gaze toward the midday sun, shielding my eyes from the glare.
A long black Rolls Royce slid into the driveway and came to a stop before the house. Cameron Cole climbed out of the passenger side.
My heart leapt with relief.
I ran into his arms. “You have to help us.”
“Cole. About fucking time.” Danton waved at him. “Get me out of this thing.”
“Who are you?” Tilley looked warily at Cameron.
“I’m his doctor,” he said. “Gentlemen, take my patient back inside. Right away, please.”
Allowing myself to breathe for the first time since Tilley had arrived, I watched Cameron follow Danton as he was wheeled back into the house.
I stood just outside the front door, my hands still trembling from the shock of almost losing Danton - and from the overwhelming relief I felt that Cameron had come to our rescue.
“Come on, Scarlet.” Cameron tucked his hands into his pockets and glanced back at me. “That was one long flight. I need a cup of tea.” He winked.