Page 60 of Wait for Me

And here we are.

Zaid was staring straight at her when Marie looked in his direction. He seemed to be trying to tell her something.

She guessed that the man next to him must be one of Aliyah’s bodyguards. The third one had to be still be with Aliyah.

Was Zaid there to help Marie and Logan? If he was, then he hadn’t brought enough fighters.

“Now that we’re all pointing our weapons at one another, please introduce yourself,” Gruffy said to Zaid and his man.

Neither answered.

Zaid’s eyes moved toward her bare feet.

I know.Marie sighed.

The gunman’s grip on her neck and shoulder was strong.

Marie gasped. “Can’t breathe.”

She leaned back against the man, even though the barrel was still on her forehead. She tried to remember where the dagger was. Leaning against the man, she felt the sheath push against her left thigh.

There it is.

“Stand straight,” he barked into her ears.

“Can’t breathe.” Her knees were wobbly.

“Marie!” Logan lifted his head above the coffee table. “Are you okay?”

Gruffy pointed one gun at Logan. “Sit down on the sofa!”

Logan got on his feet. His injured left elbow accidentally hit the edge of the coffee table, and he yelped.

Just then, the stateroom door behind Marie broke open.

Several armed security personnel poured in—

To gunfire.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Howling like a wolf, Logan hoped to create enough distraction for their two rescuers to do something. What he didn’t expect was to see Marie move so fast that in a split second, she had disarmed her guard, stabbed him—where did that dagger come from?—and knocked him unconscious to the floor.

She picked up his handgun.

Logan forgot about the pain in his elbow. All he could think of right now was that he had just seen his ex-wife make some moves unbecoming of a garden-variety translator.

All around her were dead people. The shipboard security was no match for the intruders.

Marie looked up, not at Logan, but at their two other rescuers, the ones who had rappelled down to their balcony on ropes still hanging out there over the railing.

In front of Logan, with the tables and armchairs overturned, their rescuers were in close combat with the one intruder—the one who had spoken the most to Marie earlier.

Logan heard more engine noises coming from the sea.Oh no.

Two—three—more people landed on the balcony.

“Logan! Come on!” Marie yelled at him. “Now, Logan!”

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