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Another nod from the child.
Cautiously moving closer, Chelsea dropped down to sit on the ground beside the little girl. “Those men that are coming, they’re not bad men, I promise you they’re not,” she assured the child. It wasn't like she wanted to tell the girl who her mom really was, and if she tried, she’d lose whatever tentative trust they’d built. One day, Bridget would find out the truth, that day might even be today, but it wouldn't be here and now.
For now, she had to keep the girl safe until this played out.
The bob of a light announced that someone was coming before she heard the footsteps. Reaching out, Chelsea grabbed the little girl, pulling Bridget into her lap and angling them so her body was between the child and whoever was coming.
A shadowy figure appeared in the maze, and she heard the last voice she’d been expecting.
“Step away from my daughter.”
Chapter
Eighteen
May 18th
1:18 A.M.
Hand still wrapped around the other man’s throat, Josiah dragged Dr. Gant out of the bed and slammed him up against the nearest wall.
Right as he did so, a small alarm began to sound in the room.
There was no need to ask what it meant, he could figure that out all on his own. The guards knew that Prey was there.
Like he thought the alarm was going to change anything, Dr. Gant’s terrified expression morphed into a smug one. If he thought that guards were going to come running to his rescue, the doctor was sorely mistaken.
Tightening his hold on Dr. Gant’s neck, completely cutting off his air supply, Josiah slammed the man’s head into the wall hard enough to leave behind a small smear of blood. Then he threw the body on the floor at his feet.
As he stared down at the quivering man, the doctor’s face morphed slowly into those of the men who had killed his team. Justice hadn't been served that day, but today it would be. Thisman would pay for his sins, pay for the pain and suffering he’d inflicted on others, pay for every tear that Chelsea had shed.
Ramming his foot forward, he connected with the doctor’s ribs, and the man let out a howl of pain that didn't come anywhere close to satisfying his need for blood.
“Too late to stop it,” the doctor wheezed, trying to push himself up.
“Too late for you,” he agreed, staring down at his prey, blinded by his rage, his need to let out the fury that had consumed him for the last six years. It had been slowly eating away at him, destroying him from the inside out, and if he didn't let it loose, it would steal whatever goodness was left in his life.
Chelsea.
That’s what he’d lose.
“Too late for your wife,” Dr. Gant shot back. “Protocol says to shoot all guests so they can't talk to the cops. As we speak, your wife is probably lying dead in her bed.”
“Good thing she’s not in her bed then, isn’t it?” There was no way Chelsea wouldn't have followed their plan, she’d promised, which meant right now she was safely tucked away in the linen closet. The guards could shoot at the bed, but they wouldn't hit their target because there was no target there to hit.
If they realized that, it would still take them a while to find her, and by then Prey would already have control of the situation, he was sure of it.
“You brought them here,” Dr. Gant snarled, the words coming out as an accusation, but honestly, how could the man have expected anything else? He’d taken a huge gamble in agreeing to sell a kidney to Chelsea, and he’d lost, big time.
“You should have known trusting us was stupid.”
“I wasn't going to,” the doctor admitted. “But you love her. You weren't faking that. It was the only reason Dr. Wood approved you.”
There was nothing Josiah could say to argue that point.
When he walked away and left Chelsea in their bedroom, he’d been willing to admit to himself that he had feelings for her. But they weren't just feelings, he was in love with her.
How could he not be?
