Page 17 of Her Reluctant Hero
Santiago. “But why?”
“My guess? A message to you, sweetheart. That he won’t let you go easily.”
“But how does he know where we’re going?”
“I don’t know.” He scrubbed a hand down his face, looking uncertain for the first time since she’d seen him.
That was scarier than his angry, hot eyes.
Which flashed at her as if the moment of weakness had never happened. “But clearly this was a warning, to you, to us, to anyone who might help us.”
She staggered a step back. “You think these people are dead because of me?”
“Would Saldana’s men be out of the compound if they weren’t looking for you?”
Oh God. Her stomach heaved but nothing was left. Still, the bile burned her throat, her mouth, and she turned her head to spit it out, holding her hair back as her body, her soul turned inside out.
Her life for these people. Could she survive knowing that these people had died because of her? She wanted to ask Shepard, but he was looking at her with such disgust.
The same disgust she felt for herself.
