Page 34 of Raven's Claw
ChapterNine
Jordan sat in the helicopter, Rook’s silhouette fading in the distance, all those voices in her head drowning out the beat of the rotors.How everyone else sat there — waited for her to elaborate.To say something that would justify nearly getting Kash killed.If Foster and the rest of Kash’s team hadn’t shown up…
Kash would have stepped in front of her — blocked the shots.No hesitation.The way his grip had tightened on her arm, the firm press of his mouth… He’d been about to dodge in front when his buddies had saved them.
Now, he sat beside her, holding her hand, looking as if he had nothing but time.
Chase huffed, then snapped his gaze to her.“Shit.Which one of you’s hit?”
She frowned, some of the words getting highjacked along the way to her head when Kash cursed.
He twisted to face her.“Jordan?”
She stared up at him, drinking in the green of his eyes — his tousled hair and shadowed scruff.The man looked sexier than he ever had.
Kash turned fully, grabbed her jacket.“You’re fucking bleeding.”
She glanced down.Blood soaked through the left side of her clothes, a bit dripping onto the floor of the chopper.“It’s probably just a graze.”
Chase moved in close.“Oh, so you’re a medic, too?”
“No.”
“Then, maybe let me be the judge of what’s a graze and what’s a damn crater in your side.”
“Trust me.It can’t be worse than the last time I went up against him.”
“Insightful, and yet not comforting.”Chase waved his fingers.“Kash, help her out of her jacket so I can take a look.”
Chase had obviously made that kind of request before because Kash had her jacket off and her body turned and braced against his before she’d even thought about moving.
She groaned when Chase started snipping through the fabric.“Scissors?Really?You couldn’t just lift it?”
Chase chuckled.“You’re never gonna wash out that much blood or fix all the ragged ends from whatever gnawed its way through.And lifting it hurts more.”
“It’s the only shirt I have.”
“Then, it’s a good thing Kash loves seeing you dressed in his.”
Jordan glanced at Kash over her shoulder, then back to Chase.“That was before I nearly got him killed.”
“Are you kidding?That just makes him even crazier about you.”Chase peeled the sides of the shirt off her skin, sighing when she hissed out a breath.“Not a bullet wound, but you managed to skewer a nasty piece of wood through your side.”He looked up.“Or am I gonna find some weird arrowhead at the end?”
Kash mumbled something then huffed.“No arrows, jackass.”He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her neck.“You got that when you swung against the cliff, didn’t you?”
“Pretty sure falling to the bottom would have left more of a mark.”She pushed against him when Chase stuck a needle her side.“Damn…”
“I know.Freezing sucks.”Chase moved it to another spot.“But it sucks less than me yanking out the wood, irrigating the wound, then patching it up without anything.”
She snapped her gaze down.“You’re freezing it?”
“Surely you’ve been treated by a medic before?”
“No.”
Chase paused and glanced over her shoulder at Kash.“What happened when you got hurt in the field?”
“I hauled ass someplace remotely secure then patched myself up.If I didn’t die, then I could ask the agency doctor to look at it later.”She scoffed.“That rarely happened.”
