Page 118 of Enthrall Shadows
Cowering, I felt for my weapon, reaching for my Heckler & Koch, precious hardware that would help me fight my way out of this.
It’s not there.
I took off my rucksack and patted it down for my pistol. I had no flak jacket.
What the fuck is going on? Where am I?
I dropped my rucksack and reached for my two-way radio, staring down at the plastic gadget.
A piece of crap? Doesn’t make sense.
I stared at my shirtsleeve, camouflage material—not my uniform.
I buried my head in my arms.
Nothing made sense.
Capture was certain if I didn’t break free from this position. I had to pull myself together.
Breathe.
Orientate.
I scanned the area for clues, my flesh crawling and uneasiness saturating each breath. My stomach threatened to spill my last meal.
Wrong terrain.
Dex?
No. He’s not here.
My skin felt cold and clammy, sweat slithering down my spine.
Count to ten.
Dig deep.
With trembling hands, I reached out forher.
“Let me take your foot.”
I was in a luxury bathroom, a woman in a silk dress sitting opposite me. She was saying something.“Just breathe.”
I can do that.
A shimmering beauty.
I was remembering—envisioning Lotte.
“Henry!”Her voice broke through to me.
I sprang up, hurtling in the direction of the threat—desperate to find her.
“Don’t shoot!” I said, raising my hands in the air.
Terror made me tremble. I had to force myself not to run. I couldn’t make any sudden movements and give the man a reason to pull the trigger on his rifle.
I needed this guy to stay calm.
