Page 99 of When He Fights
His heart thudded hard in his chest.He shoved Gray out of his way and climbed to his feet.He also almost immediately fell on his face.Emerson caught him—tried to, anyway—and she nearly slammed down under his weight.
“Umph!”She held him tighter.“What part ofneck or spinal injurydid you miss?”
Other people rushed around them.Cops.Feds.Maybe even the promised bomb squad personnel.Everything seemed a bit of a blur to Kane.Hethoughtthat two EMTs—or perhaps paramedics?—crowded around him, too.Huh.Perhaps things were more than a bit blurry.Definitely blurry.Had he been knocked unconscious for a time?Kane feared he had.
Emerson backed up to give the paramedics more room.
Hard hands reached for Kane before he could fall on his face or even his ass.He may have fought those hands because… “Where the fuck is Ana?”Ana had to be all right.He needed to be told she was safe.On her plane.Flying far, far away from this hell.
Glass crunched beneath his feet.Dark smoke billowed.Red and orange flames raced up the walls of the dojo.
“Grayson, are you all right?How’s your wrist?”Emerson’s worried voice.She coughed, waving at the smoke in the air.“Oh, no, you’re bleeding…a lot.”
“Do not dare vomit on me,” Gray shot back.“Or faint.And the wrist is still freaking broken.Though, actually, it’s probablymorebroken than before.I swear, I felt more bones snap.”
At least, Kanethoughtthat was Gray’s reply.But the paramedics—definitelyparamedics—had closed in around him.One had grabbed hold of Gray, too.
The next thing Kane knew, he was in the back of an ambulance.A siren was screaming somewhere nearby, and he curled his fingers around the arm of the guy trying to shove a needle into him.“Put that in my vein, and it will be the last mistake you make,” Kane gritted out.
The paramedic’s eyes got very, very big.
“Where in the hell is Ana?”
The man swallowed.“I have no idea who Ana is or where she is.”
“Find someone who knows.”Then…“Gray!”Kane bellowed.“Gray, where the hell is my Ana?”
Because Logan was still out there.Logan and his traps, and terror clawed apart Kane’s insides.I just need Gray to tell me that she’s safe.I need him to tell me that Ana is okay.That Tyler took her far away.That Logan can’t ever touch her.That’s what I need Gray to say.
“Sir, you need to calm down,” the paramedic advised him.“I can give you something to help calm you down and ease your pain.”The man came at Kane with the needle again.
So Kane snatched the syringe from his hand and tossed it.
“That is not cool,” the man snarled.“I’m trying to help you.”
“He’s a real shit patient,” Gray declared.“Sorry about that.”Then Gray was there, leaning over Kane.A bandage had been slapped on Gray’s forehead.The bandage was already turning red.“You’re gonna have to write that man an apology note,” Gray chided.“What would your mama say?”
Kane grabbed Gray’s shirtfront.“Ana.”
“She’d say Ana?—”
“Tell me that Ana is safe.”
“I’m safe, Kane.”
That voice—Ana’s voice.
He tossed Gray the same way that he’d tossed the syringe.In the next heartbeat, Kane was bounding out of that ambulance.Swaying a bit, but bounding, and Ana was right there.His beautiful Ana.He grabbed her, pulled her into his arms, and felt her softness against him.He buried his face in her hair.Drank in her scent.
Ana.Ana.Alive.Safe.In his arms.
She’s supposed to be on a plane.She isn’t supposed to be here.He would let her go.In a moment, he would.Kane would tell her that she had to go to the safe house.
In a moment.
Once his hands could manage to let her go.
“You’re a terrible patient,” Ana mumbled.
