Page 94 of Now or Never
Sure, their lives were on the line. The danger was real.
OtherDominatusagents might just be their only way out of this, if rescue was in the cards. Her life had been tossed upside down in the past few years.
She closed her eyes and continued to recite Psalm91, determined to make the Most High her dwelling, and to continue to do that no matter what happened.
They flew over buildings, residential areas, and parks. She knew they were headed west because the sunrise was behind them. The air chilled, and skin prickled on her arms. Jax’s head lolled to the side and rested on hers, but she knew he wasn’t asleep. He was injured.
Kenna didn’t know how much time passed on the journey. Eventually, they descended into a clearing centered in tall pine trees that would disguise any secret compound.Please be the same place Ramon is staking out.
That would be a God-thing, and she would thank Him for the blessing. All the more so if this situation resolved itself in a way that ended the threat. God could do that whenever and however He wanted. People didn’t always understand, but Kenna was learning to find contentment regardless. There was so much to learn about her faith, and how it all worked, and hopefully that would be a path she walked through—a long life full of family and happiness.
Not a short one of suffering that ended with pain.
Jax’s strong fingers had slacked around hers. Zeyla’s remained tight enough to squeeze the bones in Kenna’s hand together. How her cousin was doing, or what plan she’d concocted in her head, Kenna wasn’t going to worry about. No matter what, they were together in this.
Past the high fence with razor wire atop it, the buildings were concrete and square, single story—at ground level anyway. Who knew what hidden things this place housed.
A couple of Quonset huts had their doors open. Leaves and the odd flattened cardboard box had collected at the base of a wall, blown there by the wind. No one had mowed the grass around the asphalt in a long time, but it was green in a way that a lot of places couldn’t achieve without constant sprinklers.
Overhead the sky remained gray, even though dawn had risen while they were flying. Had the phone GPS enabled them to be tracked? Preferably by someone currently putting a rescue plan together.
Kenna recited more of her psalm, centering herself on the truth that God would protect her no matter what. That in yielding her life to Him, she allowed Him to be sovereign overwhat happened to her. Same with Jax. Zeyla still needed to surrender her life to the Lord, but with her history, giving up that fight and admitting defeat wouldn’t come without a fight. The woman could be stubborn.
Probably their whole family was.
The helicopter set down, and they all swayed with the motion. In front, as the pilot toggled switches, the engine cut off and the rotors began to slow.
The men around them were more visible in the daylight, and she caught tiredness in some of their features. She didn’t want to have any empathy for them. Maybe it came with her renewed faith, but she wanted to pray for them to know God like she did. Not that she had it figured out, or that them getting “saved” would fix this situation, but they should know Him, because facing that truth and making a decision was important for anyone.
The guy who was in charge, at least of this group, waved at them. “Everyone out. Let’s go.”
Zeyla let go of her hand.
“Hey.” Kenna patted Jax’s arm, but he didn’t open his eyes. “Get a medic. He might be hurt.” She didn’t care that she was giving orders to one of their kidnappers. Not in the slightest.
Kenna kept patting his arm as Zeyla moved around her and crouched on the other side of Jax, concern on her face.
“Jax. Wake up.” Kenna patted his cheek, her fingers coming away wet with blood.
The in-charge guy grabbed Zeyla’s arm and dragged her out. “Let’s go!” He yelled the words at max volume, and she flinched.
Jax flinched as well, coming awake in a second and launching out of the seat.
“Whoa. Jax. Jax.” She grabbed the waistband of his pants, pulling him back to the seat so he didn’t hurt himself.
That was when she realized the phone was still in the back of her waistband.
Kenna reached back, slid it out, and pushed it down between the seats out of sight.Please.She prayed the president sent an entire army.Thearmy would be great. Or the national guard. State police. The Secret Service. Any kind of mass group of honest people who’d sworn an oath to serve and protect the citizens of this country. She wasn’t fussy how that came, but rescue would be great.
“Come on.” She helped Jax out while he swayed, but he found his feet. “He needs a medic.”
Jax blinked like his eyes had to adjust to the daylight and lifted a hand to shield his gaze from the glare. He brushed at his forehead, staining his fingers with blood.
“He has a concussion.” Kenna didn’t know how she knew that, but it was likely true. At the least, he had a bad-enough head injury he was dazed. She got his arm across her shoulders. “Just point me to your medical facility, and I’ll take him there myself.”
Some of the men had dispersed, wandering off to the buildings. Or milling around as if the excitement was over.
Zeyla stood about twenty feet to her left with two guards, a look of defiance on her face. As if she wanted to jump into action. And tear the heads off everyone standing around them. Kenna could understand the sentiment, and the fury she held in her for these people who had ruined so much of her life. Taken so much from her.
