Page 168 of Receiving His Mercy
How would he go on without them? He couldn’t. It was that simple.
If she was dead then so was he.
“They’re not in there!” Hunter yelled.
“Get off!” He didn’t need Hunter’s lies. He didn’t believe him.
“They’re not in there, you fucking ignorant dick! Gray has them.”
He froze. “What?”
Hunter might lie. Gray wouldn’t.
“Gray has them. I don’t know how but he has them. And if you go running off, then you’re the one who is going to be dead because I ain’t saving you again. Cady will kick my ass if I come home in pieces. Not that I’m scared of my wife.”
“They’re safe?”
“Come on, man. Let’s get you to them.”
She opened her eyes slowly.The intense light hit her eyeballs, frying them instantly.
“Bright light! Bright light!” she cried.
“Fuck, shit. Sorry, baby. That better?”
Opening her eyes cautiously, she glanced around. “Where am I?” And why did her entire body hurt?
“You’re in a hospital in Tanzania.”
Her gaze focused on the person speaking. A gasp left her as she took in how terrible he looked. “What happened to your eyebrows?”
“What happened to your ribs?” Travis growled back at her.
Her ribs?
Oh. My. God.
It came rushing back. Aadan. Tyler. The General. And then . . . the fight to survive.
“Aadan’s men. They kicked me when I jumped over Tyler to stop them from hurting him.”
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Travis continued to repeat the one word on a loop.
Oh hell.
He’d finally lost it.
“Travis! Snap out of it!”
If anyone was entitled to fall apart it was her.
To her surprise, he actually listened. Huh. You could teach a stubborn Neanderthal new tricks.
Who knew?
“Tell me everything.”
“First, is Tyler okay? Second, how did you get here? Third, can I have some water? And fourth, a hug?”
