When we reached the elevator, Sergei swiped a card over a panel on the wall. The doors opened, and we walked inside. Andrew was propped against the wall between me and Sergei. Cam and Clark stood on the other side of me.
I wasn't sure they knew quite what to do with themselves. Considering all that we had been through, and the fact that I was pretty sure Cam's life had been boxed up and put in storage just like mine had, I kind of understood that. I wasn't real sure what to do with myself either. I was playing things one minute to the next.
Right now, getting Andrew somewhere he could lie down and then finding something to cover up with were at the top of my list. I'd figure out what to do after that.
Thinking too far ahead was overrated anyway.
Chapter Twelve
~ Andrew ~
I don't think I was ever so grateful to see the lobby of the penthouse as I was when the elevator doors opened. I would have preferred going to my place, but I knew I needed help protecting Dalton and his friends. I doubted I could even protect myself at the moment.
The room was spinning a little less with each passing second, but my head still felt as if it was filled with cotton and weighed a hundred pounds. I didn't even want to address the dull ache behind my eyelids. Whatever they had given me had created a hell of a headache.
"Do we know what they gave me?"
I almost groaned when Dalton shook his head.
Too much movement.
"I need to have my blood tested before this stuff flushes out of my system." I knew Knox could arrange that. "We need to know what they are using." It would also help build a case against Brasov and his henchman.
And I so wanted him to go away for the rest of his life.
"Mr. Knox called in his personal physician," Sergei said. "He's waiting upstairs for you. He can do whatever tests you need done."
I was a little uncomfortable having my boss call a doctor for me, but I suppose it was for a good cause. I just wanted to know what they had drugged me with and if it would have any lasting effects.
Jerome was waiting for us when we walked into Knox's apartment. "The doctor is waiting in the guestroom to exam you, sir. Mary has made up some food for everyone and has it in the dining room."
"Thank you, Jerome. Has there been any word from Mr. Knox?"
"Mr. Newton called and said they were on their way back and should be arriving soon. They are making a stop to drop a young man named Donny off at the emergency room and then they would head straight home. He also said Mr. Knox was currently nursing an ice pack on his eye."
"What happened to his eye?"
"An uppercut from a thug, I believe he said."
"I'll bet Kirk punched him," Dalton said. "That sounds like the type of thing he'd do."
Cam and Clark both nodded.
"I'm sure he'll let us know what happened once they get here." I sighed as I glanced toward the hallway. "Dalton, can you help me get to the guestroom?" I was asking less because I needed the help—although I did—and more because now that I'd rescued him, I didn't want to let Dalton out of my sight.
"Yes, of course."
"Jerome, would you please see about getting a couple changes of clothes for Dalton, Cam, and Clark? And would it be possible for them to shower? I'm sure that would make them feel better."
"Of course, sir." Jerome gestured down the hallway. "If you will come with me, young sirs, I'd be happy to show you to the other guestroom. I'll hunt down something for you to change into while you shower."
"It's okay," I said when I saw Cam hesitating. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to."
Cam rubbed his arms as he grimaced and glanced around. "I could probably do with a shower."
"The guestroom door has a lock on the inside, sir," Jerome pointed out. "I will leave the clothes outside the bedroom door, and you can get them at your leisure. Once you are done, if you wish to come to the kitchen, we can get you something hot to drink, maybe some tea?"
A small smile spread across Cam's lips. "Some tea sounds nice."
