But she didn't stop.
Couldn’t.
Voodoo was counting on her.
Just because she had no idea where she was going didn't mean Voodoo wouldn't be able to find her. She had full confidence that he’d be able to track her, and she knew in some deep place inside her soulthat he would come for her. That nothing could keep him away. Maybe she wasn't ready to examine the full scope of what that meant, but she still knew that he would come.
Always come.
So she moved, crashing into tree trunks, almost tripping over roots and rocks, her chest tight as her body exerted itself in ways it hadn't for months. Facts were, she wasn't physically up to a hike like this, wouldn't be even if she wasn't battling infections.
Because she was rushing blindly, Indigo didn't see the decline until it was too late to do anything about it.
Her foot stepped out, but there was no ground beneath it.
Unable to maintain her balance, she fell.
Awkwardly, dangerously, rolling and flipping, tumbling like a ragdoll down the side of the hill. Thankfully, it wasn't excessively steep, and she managed to avoid hitting much on the way down, but by the time she rolled to a stop, the world seemed to be spinning around her, and she was breathing hard, struggling to find her bearings.
“Got her,” a voice shouted, and her eyes snapped in the direction to find six men running toward her.
By some miracle, the weapon was still in her hand, and she lifted it, fired it.
She had no idea if she hit anything, but she heard some shouts and assumed she’d at least inflicted some damage.
Not enough, though.
Hands grabbed at her, rough and strong, pulling her up, yanking her arms behind her back, and securing them there.
They’d caught her. Escaping wasn't an option, but they only had her, not Voodoo, and she wanted to keep it that way.
“Don’t come after me,” she screamed into the forest, hoping Voodoo was near enough to hear her. “Do whatever it takes to destroy him. Bring his entire operation crumbling down. Don’t let him get away with what he’s done to us,” she yelled.
She might have screamed more to Voodoo, begged and pleaded with him not to put himself in danger for her, but something sharp pricked her neck, and then the world shimmered away into nothingness.
Chapter
Eleven
January 24th
5:22 P.M.
“Don’t come after me. Do whatever it takes to destroy him. Bring his entire operation crumbling down. Don’t let him get away with what he’s done to us.”
The words sent a chill through Voodoo as he approached the top of a small hill, right above where he could hear Indigo’s shouted warnings.
He absolutely would go after her.
Destroying Dr. Gardner had been everything he’d dreamed about for a decade, but what good did revenge do if he sacrificed the woman who stirred up a hornet’s nest of feelings inside him to get it?
Indigo came first.
Always.
There was no doubt in his mind that it was the right call, just like there was no doubt in his mind that his team would back up that decision. Steel had Rose, Dragon had Cassandra, Blade had Whitney, and now he had Indigo. These four women had already changed their lives in amazing ways, in ways he hadn't even thought werepossible.
Watching it happen to his teammates, his friends, the men he considered brothers, was one thing, but experiencing it himself brought a whole new level of understanding. For ten years, they’d lived in darkness, existing only without truly living, consumed by a need to make Dr. Gardner pay. The way they’d caged the rage the drugs had set alight inside them was by promising it that in due time it would get what it craved.
