Dylan leaned in. “We’re with you.”
I squeezed her hand. “Right here.”
Reluctantly, she stepped into the room, Dylan and I close beside her.
Agent Webster came in last and shut the door, flipping the latch. Faye flinched at the click, then sagged as if her body had finally given up.
Dylan guided her to the couch and helped her sit, keeping his voice calm even as his face looked wrecked. “Sit for a second.”
Faye buried her face in her hands, trembling. “I thought he was going to kill me.”
I crouched in front of her, placing my hands on her thighs. “He didn’t. You got out, and I’m so proud of you.”
Someone rapped on the door.
“Security,” a voice called. “EMS is here.”
The agent cracked the door, spoke in a low voice, then opened it wider to let them in.
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The EMTs entered the room,and Jase moved away slightly to make room for them. One of the paramedics knelt in front of me, her movements slow and gentle, as if she were trying not to startle me.
“Hi, Faye,” she greeted. “I’m Jenna. This is Mark.” She nodded toward the man beside her, who gave me a small, reassuring smile. “We’re just going to check you out, okay?”
I nodded, even though my hands were still shaking.
Dylan remained seated by me and Jase stood nearby.
“Before we start, are you comfortable answering some questions here, or would you prefer privacy?” Jenna asked.
I looked up at my guys. “I want them here.”
Jase’s shoulders eased a fraction, and Dylan’s hand pressed a little more firmly against my back.
“All right,” Mark replied.
He checked my pulse, then lifted my wrist, his brow creasing as he examined the bruising already forming there. “Any pain here?”
“A little,” I admitted. “My shoulder is sore too.”
“We’ll take a look.” Jenna stood to examine it.
Mark met my gaze again, his tone shifting slightly. “I need to ask you something, and you don’t have to answer if you’re not ready.”
I swallowed. “Okay.”
“Did he sexually assault you or attempt to?”
The room fell silent, and I saw Jase and Dylan tense.
“No,” I answered firmly. “Well, I think that was his plan. But I got away before he could.”
Jase’s breath left him in a rush as Dylan rested his forehead against my uninjured shoulder.
“I would have killed him,” Dylan whispered, and I had no doubt he meant those words.
