Then as quickly as he could, he darted forward a few more steps and bent, setting her down on the ground, before abruptly turning and disappearing.
He’d agreed.
For a second, Indigo stared in shock at the spot she’d last seen Voodoo.
While she still one hundred percent believed that his killing her and going back to his team was the best option, it had seemed there had been zero chance of him agreeing. But now he was gone. He’d left her, but she was still alive. She’d thought that, at least, given that they were the same, he’d give her a mercy killing to prevent her from getting recaptured.
If she could hide out for a few days, she might be strong enough to find her way to the nearest town. No one would believe her if she got to a hospital or a police station, but she’d tell what she knew anyway. The worst that could happen was that Dr. Gardner had connections that got her back in his hands and she’d be punished.
But her life had been one big punishment, always for sins she’d never committed, so what was one more?
Footsteps caught her attention, and she turned her head to see shadowy figures moving through the trees.
Guards.
Not Voodoo’s team, because if it were, he wouldn't have left her. Indigo didn't care that he’d left her, but why couldn’t he have killed her first? Why would he allow her to go back into that hell he’d only just rescued her from? Maybe he didn't really care that she was like him and decided to leave her behind as a sacrifice so he and his team could escape.
“Got her,” a voice shouted, and a beam of light suddenly danced over her, making her shrink into herself.
There was nowhere to hide. Nowhere to escape.
Just because she would heal quicker than any of the men approaching her and could walk on her broken leg if she had to, she wasn't going to be able to get away from them.
“Grab her and let’s get out of here, they’re still out here somewhere,” another man said, and he sounded worried about that fact.
He should be. Voodoo and his team would be fierce opponents.
Even though she wished Voodoo had killed her before bailing, she couldn’t fault him for it. Self-preservation was a strong motivator, and she was glad he was going to get to live, to go home, maybe to take down Dr. Gardner one day.
A man moved closer, was just reaching for her, when suddenly avolley of shots was fired, and the men surrounding her dropped one by one.
Breathing hard, it took a second for her foggy mind to process what had happened.
It wasn’t until a large figure suddenly stalked toward her that it clicked.
Voodoo had never left, he’d simply realized someone was coming, known that as soon as they saw her they would temporarily let down their guard, then picked them all off like sitting ducks.
He hadn't left.
Reaching her, he dropped to his knees at her side, and one of his large hands grasped her face, his thumb and forefinger on either side of her jaw, holding her just tight enough she knew she would have felt a twinge of pain if she were anybody else.
“Don’t want to hear another word about leaving you behind or killing you, got it?”
Indigo gulped. How could she argue with an order like that?
“Got it,” she murmured, but she was pretty sure she didn't get anything about this man or his determination to save her.
Chapter
Four
January 21st
6:55 A.M.
The sun was rising.
Not good news for them.
