“This is not her fault, Jake,” she told him pointedly.
“I didn’t say it was,” he replied tightly.
“You don’t need to say anything.” She frowned. “I can see it written all over your face.”
“I don’t need to say it then, do I?” His gaze turned back to Olivia and Theo.
She sighed. “How’s Olivia anyway?”
“Louisa says she’s stable. We won’t know what he drugged her with until her bloods come back. Her wounds are mostly superficial and should heal quickly. Her vitals are good, so there’s nothing to do but monitor her and wait for her to wake up.”
“How’s she doing?” Mac strode into the room.
“Still asleep,” Jake replied. “Have you found Walcott yet?”
Mac shook his head. “We’re searching the woods and keeping an eye on his house and credit cards. He has to surface sooner or later.”
“You’d better hope you find him before I do.” Theo turned to look at him calmly. “Because if I get my hands on him, I’m going to kill him.”
“Is he serious?” Mac turned back to Jake.
Jake shrugged. “I might just help him,” he replied.
“Christ.” Mac scrubbed his hand over his face. “What a mess.”
“Will you guys shut up and go away?” Olivia croaked.“Some of us are trying to sleep,”
“Olivia.” Theo breathed heavily as he turned swiftly back toward her.
“I’ll go get Louisa.” Erica disappeared from the room.
“Olivia,” Theo repeated softly. “Look at me.”
She opened her eyes slowly, her gaze slightly glazed as she tried to focus on his face.
“Hey,” she whispered, reaching out and tracing the faint indentation at his chin. “You didn’t answer your phone.”
Frowning in confusion, he cast his mind back to earlier. Erica had said that just before Olivia was taken, she had left her alone and gone outside because she was trying to call him and Jake.
“Jake lost his signal, and I forgot to charge mine.” He caught her hand as it absently traced the stubble at his jaw and pressed her palm to his cheek. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you needed me.”
“It’s not your fault,” she murmured as the memories of her last few moments of consciousness began to surface. “Theo.”
“Yes,” he murmured as he gently brushed a stray lock of hair from her temple.
“I saw my dad,” she whispered.
“Your father was at the cabin?” Mac interrupted, stepping closer to the bed.
Olivia’s eyes turned on him, noting his face and uniform, and she shut down, her gaze becoming instantly guarded.
“No more questions.” Louisa breezed easily into the room. “Not until I’ve checked my patient. I’m sorry, Captain McCallister, but you’ll have to wait.”
Olivia’s gaze shifted to her friend as she moved to the side of the bed and checked the ribbon of paper attached to the monitor.
“Hey, sweetheart.” Louisa smiled as she leaned over the bed. “How are you feeling?”
“Like I got run over by a truck,” she croaked, her hand moving to her neck and finding a dressing covering most of her throat.
