There was no point in hiding their destination, as the men knew where both of them lived.So she took the SUV she’d confiscated to get to Dusan’s and loaded a nearly unconscious Lance into the backseat.Once she had him situated, she dove behind the wheel and got moving.
At his place, she peered at him over the seats and frowned.He really didn’t look good.A moment had her thinking of reaching out to his handler but that was squashed.
No doubt we’ve been followed.And most likely there are more bugs in this place.
Joining him in the back, she straddled Lance on the seat and put her face in his.
“Wake up, Lance.”
It took a few tries before those blue-green eyes, hazy with pain, opened to somewhat focus on her.
“My woman on top of me.A dream come true but I’m sorry, baby, I don’t think I can do the work this time.If you need to use me, I’ll happily lay here and let you get off on my dick.”
“Not right now, thanks.I need to get you inside.”
His lips pursed.“Isn’t that what I just said?”
A small chuckle of relief slipped free.“I meant inside your apartment.Think you can make it to the elevator?”
“Do I get a naked massage?”
She slid off him and reached out a hand to help him up so they could get out of the vehicle.He took it, hand clammy, and more anger surged at what they’d done to him.Michel was going to die.
“Baby, you get inside, I’ll give you whatever you want.Right now, I need you to slide forward and join me on the groundoutsidethe vehicle.”
“Fuck.”He groaned.“Thought I’d already gotten out.”Lance pushed up, shaky and definitely fading fast.
Taking most of his weight, she walked them inside to the elevator.He sagged against the silver wall as it moved up to his floor.When the car opened and they stepped out, she checked to make sure none of his blood had been left on the wall.Seeing a bit, she wiped it off with the hem of her shirt.
Wasn’t perfect, but she could get it later.Not like a lot of people would notice.
Twenty minutes later, she’d given him some ibuprofen, cleaned up the worst of his external injuries and had him sleeping naked in bed.She wiped up the elevator wall as well then returned to the apartment.He hadn’t moved, and she checked the bandage job once more before clearing the bugs from the apartment.
Peeking in the bedroom, she made sure Lance was still hanging on to the mortal realm.She finally allowed herself a deep breath.He was okay, she was alive.While she longed for a shower, she wasn’t about to leave him alone, so she settled into the oversized chair in the corner, placing her sidearm on the armrest.On the compact table beside her was a small unopened bottle of water.The room was almost completely dark, she could see the door but was hidden unless someone was definitely searching for her specifically.There were pre-emptive notifications set if…when…someone broke in.
Chapter Ten
Appear weak when you are strong, and strong when you are weak.~Sun Tzu
He woke to silence.Lance knew if he moved it would hurt like hell.The past few things he could remember streamed through his mind far too fast for him to make sense of what had happened for him to feel like such a pile of shit.Breathing hurt.Even thinking about moving hurt.Still, he opened his eyes for a moment and recognized his room in his apartment.In his bed.
He tried thoughts again and failed.Again.Taking slow breaths, not showing he was awake, he thought about what he could recall.
Jasmine.
Painful or not, his cock responded to simply thinking of her.Where was she?Was she okay?He needed to know he could move when the time came.Lance had to protect her.Other things may not make sense right now, but that,thatwas paramount.
Why the fuck am I in so much pain?
The sound of glass crunching filtered back from the front of his apartment.He flexed his hand and froze when the grooved rubber of a sidearm was beneath his fingertips.A familiar scent pushed through his worry and settled him.He knew that smell.It belonged to one woman.
Jasmine.
She was here.Together, they would figure it all out.
And survive.
That was non-negotiable because he wasn’t anywhere close to being done with this woman yet.
