“They’re parked in the back lot. She better wake up soon; the longer we’re here, the more chance the Savages have of tracking us down.”
“I know,” Saxon said.
He glanced at the clock on the white, concrete wall as it steadily clicked toward ten. Too much time was passing.
* * *
Elyse twitchedbefore her eyes opened. Saxon rose out of the chair to lean over her as she closed her eyes again before opening them once more. She stretched her left hand toward him and froze when her gaze landed on the blue cast between them. Saxon gently grasped her arm and lowered it.
“What happened?” she croaked before licking her chapped lips. She closed her eyes against the light as she strained to recall everything.
“I’ll get the doctor,” Lucien said.
“How do you feel?” Saxon asked as he rested his hand on her cheek.
“Tired. Confused.”
“Give it a few minutes; you just woke up. Everything will come back to you soon,” Saxon assured her, though he had no idea if this was normal.
“Saxon,” she murmured as she turned her head into his touch and nuzzled his palm. “I remember you.”
He couldn’t help but smile. “Good.”
“It is.”
Lucien and the surgeon entered the room, and the doctor walked over to stand by Elyse’s side. “How are you feeling?” he asked.
She smiled at him. “A little confused.”
“That’s to be expected,” he assured her. “The anesthesia will wear off, and you’ll be less fuzzy afterward. Are you in pain?”
“No.”
“Good. Get some rest, and I’ll come back to check on you soon.”
Lucien blocked his exit before the surgeon could leave. “We have to go now, Doc.”
The doctor scowled at him. “She needs time to recover, and youwillspeak to me with more respect.”
Saxon had to admire the guy. At six foot two, Lucien stood a good six inches over the doctor and had a hundred pounds on him, but Lucien’s size did not cow the man.
“We don’t have time,” Lucien told him. “Unhook her from this shit so we can get her out of here.”
“I highly advise against this.”
“I feel good,” Elyse said and tried to sit up on the bed.
Saxon braced his hand behind her back when she winced and fell back. He knew they had to leave, but he couldn’t put her at risk by taking her too early. Silence descended over the room as the doctor and Lucien glared at each other. Elyse’s hair fell forward to shield her feature when she bowed her head.
“He broke my arm,” she muttered.
“Whobroke your arm?” the surgeon demanded.
“That’s not your concern,” Lucien said.
Elyse lifted her head to look at Saxon. “I remember now. Wehaveto go. They’re coming for me.”
“Easy,” Saxon soothed as he rubbed her back. “They don’t know we’re here.”
