Page 7 of Dangerous Mission
It’s over. It’s over. I chant, coaxing my body down.
But Griff makes another kind of alarm race through me. He looks like literal hell. There’s a gash on his forehead. The broad width of his shoulders is rounded now, hunched and his eyes are squinted in pain.
“Griff, holy Jesus. Are you okay?”
Not only is my brother sick, he’s been in a plane crash.
“I’ll live.”
Nervous, I ask, “Did I save the man?”
He laughs, squeezes my arms and winces. “Yeah, hot mess, you saved him. It took me for-fucking-ever to get out of the plane, my damned ankle was trapped.”
“Oh, thank god, you’re okay. When that man tried to drag me away, all I could think about was that you were sick and possibly injured.”
I lean into my brother’s arms, my whole body vibrating from the tsunami of adrenaline inside me. “Is Brundage injured?”
“No, but he’s not getting out without the help of some serious heavy equipment.”
I realize that the man who saved me is standing behind Griff with rain pounding around him.
Outlined by darkness, he’s a monstrous stone column.His hands fisted by his thighs. Piercing me with two eerie ice-blue eyes that cut through the darkness.
The look on his face is one step shy of furious.
“You’re okay,” I say roughly.
Griff steps back when he realizes where I’m looking.
Locked on me like I’m a target, the stranger roars, “Are youfucking crazy, woman?”
Apparently. Because who in their right mind does what I just did?
I blow out a shaky breath and sag back into the driver’s seat of the stranger’s truck, beginning to shiver from being soaked to the bone. “I wasn’t going to let that guy run over you.”
His body is statue-still, but his eyes take in everything about me.
The intensity is unnerving.
Giving myself a shake, I ask a dreaded question. “What happened to both of those men?”
His expression darkens beneath the brim of his baseball cap. “I took care of them.”
Uh. Yikes.
My heart flops around behind my ribs. “As in killed?”
“They were going to kill you.”
Gulp.
Griff squeezes my wrist. “Thank god Scout showed up. I couldn’t get out to help you.”
A violent shudder rolls through me as they both watch me. When tears rise to my lashes, I have to look away.
“Thank you.” My words come out hoarse.
It’s impossible to control the shake in my hands as I wipe my eyes.