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Basically, she wanted to gather every shred of information she could about this man.
But she didn't ask any of those questions, because Josiah was already pushing himself to his limits, and he was doing it all for her.
So instead, she settled into the water, tipped her head back, and let her eyes fall closed. “It’s okay, Josiah. We don’t have to talk. We can just be.”
At her words, she felt him settle even though she kept her eyes closed. For now, it was more than enough just to enjoy his company. She had no intention of pushing him, just proving to him that she was someone who could be trusted.
Only then would he contemplate handing over his trust.
Chapter
Eight
May 14th
11:51 P.M.
Laughter.
The sound filled his mind, and Josiah snapped his head around to try to find the source.
There.
Under a canopy that did little to protect them all from the searing heat of the desert sun.
It was his team. Laughing at something Pun had to say. The man was always telling a joke, making the most ridiculous puns, hence the nickname. They needed that out there, though. Needed someone to brighten up their days with a little bit of humor.
Walking toward his team, Josiah startled when he saw that he was already there.
What the hell?
Picking up the pace, he hurried toward the small group of men, himself included, ignoring everything else happening around him.
For some reason, it seemed important to get to them quickly.
He had to stop it from happening.
Had no idea whatitwas, but somehow it felt vitally important that he put a stop to it.
When he reached the men, still laughing at some joke Pun had made, he saw that the men were all removing their body armor. They believed they were safe. They were on the military base, so why wouldn't they be safe?
“No!”Josiah yelled.
They couldn’t take those vests off. Couldn’t.
Doing so would have deadly consequences.
As he watched, none of the men reacted to his screamed warning. They were acting like they couldn’t see or hear him at all. But that didn't make any sense because he could both see and hear them.
They were close enough to touch.
Reaching out his hand toward Ham, standing the closest, he was shocked when his hand passed right through the man.
“Ham,”he pleaded.“I'm right here, man, you have to listen to me. Keep your vest on. Don’t take it off. That Kevlar will be the only thing that’s going to save your life.”
As he spoke, the horrifying details came rushing back. The assault that was about to come. The bullets that would fly through the air, piercing the men standing around him. All except himself. Because for a reason he could no longer remember, he hadn't taken off his body armor when the others did.
A cruel twist of fate.
