Radclyffe - Word of Honor

Blair didn’t dare risk looking in Dana’s direction, and since Matheson’s automatic was now pointed squarely at her own chest, she held her position. Sooner or later, he was going to want her to get up. Then she would have a chance, probably her only chance.

“It seems that your father doesn’t think you’re all that valuable,” Matheson said.

Blair grinned with satisfaction. “I guess he said no to whatever you wanted.”

“Call your girlfriend.” Matheson tossed his cell phone to Blair, his expression one of distaste. “I have a message for her.”

Blair hoped her hands weren’t visibly shaking as she punched in Cam’s number.

“Roberts.”

“It’s Blair, Cam.” Blair wanted to say, It’s me, darling, I’m all right. Don’t do anything crazy. But she kept her voice neutral because she wouldn’t give Matheson the satisfaction of listening to anything personal between them.

“Are you all right?”

“Yes, but Paula is hu—” She gasped as Matheson wrenched her hair back and yanked the phone from her hand at the same time. He pushed her down onto the sofa and held his gun on her.

“Listen carefully,” Matheson said into the phone. “In twenty-five minutes I want one of your armored vehicles in front of this cabin. Don’t tell me you can’t get it down here, because I know you can.”

Blair could barely make out the sound of Cam’s voice, but just hearing the strong, steady timbre gave her hope. She strained to catch a few words.

“Too much…snow on…between here…parking lo—”

“You forget, I know what those vehicles are capable of. Twenty-five minutes. Back it up to the cabin with the driver’s door level with the porch stairs.”

“What abo…agent…get her.”

Matheson laughed and glanced across the room at Paula and Dana.

“I don’t think she’s going to be of any use to either one of us before much longer.”

“Let her go,” Blair said quickly. “She’s only going to slow us down.”

Matheson ignored her. “The agent stays. Now you’ve got twenty-three minutes.”

The instant he snapped his phone shut, Blair felt the separation from Cam as if someone had sliced part of her body away with a machete. Cam had sounded stressed and worried, but in command. God, she loved her. She wanted to tell her that again, touch her again. Love her again.

Her heart broke at the thought of Renee out there, not knowing what was happening to Paula. She must be out of her mind with worry. She was frantic that Cam was going to come charging in and get herself hurt. She didn’t want Cam to come for her, although she knew she would. She couldn’t live with losing Cam.

“Get over there next to your friends,” Matheson said, taking up position with his back to the fireplace again. From that vantage point, he could easily keep all three of them in his sights.

Blair hurried over and knelt beside Dana. She brushed her hand over Paula’s face. Her skin was cool, pale, clammy. When she pressed her fingers to Paula’s throat, at first she couldn’t find a pulse and a wave of panic crashed through her. Then she felt a faint, thready beat. She looked over her shoulder at Matheson. “She’s lost too much blood. We need to get her some help. There’s no need for her to die.” She took a breath, accepting what she had to do. “Please. Let Dana take her outside. Let them go. I’ll stay with you. I’ll do whatever you say. You have my word.”

Matheson laughed. “If you were a normal woman, I might believe you. But you’re not, are you?” He checked his watch. “We don’t have that much longer to wait. If she can’t last that long, then it must be God’s will.”

“Emory,” Mac said as he stepped into the dining room, which had been designated the aid station, “we might need you in a few minutes. Felicia will escort you if you have to leave the lodge. Here’s a vest. Be sure to put it on and stay with Felicia, no matter what you see or hear.”

“What’s happening?” Emory braced one hand on the long table in the corner where she had assembled the medical supplies several agents had brought her. Fortunately, Blair’s security team traveled with an impressive array of emergency equipment. She had antibiotics, pain medication, and intravenous fluids. Even blood substitute. Everything she needed to stabilize an injured patient, if she got to them quickly enough. The problem was, anyone seriously injured in that first round of gunfire was running out of time. She prayed it wasn’t Dana, nearly choking on the guilt because she didn’t want Paula or Blair to be injured either.

“Just be ready, okay?” Mac said gently.

Diane appeared in the doorway behind him, her face pale and haunted. “I saw people carrying weapons and other…things…heading toward the cabins. Are you going to get them out now?”

“You’re supposed to stay away from the windows,” Mac said sharply.

“Those are my friends down there!” Diane hugged herself. “Do you think I can just sit here and pretend nothing’s happening?”

“I’m sorry,” Mac said. “I have to go. Just stay in the interior of the house. We don’t want any more wounded.”

“I can’t stand this,” Diane cried as Mac disappeared. She slumped against the doorway. “I’m going out of my mind just waiting around, doing nothing.”

“I’m with you.” Emory’s hands shook as she sorted through medication vials. “I’d rather be down there with a gun.”

“God, me too, and I don’t even know which end the bullet comes out.” Diane laughed a little wildly. “I’m sorry, I know I should be better at this. I’ve actually been through this kind of thing before. Except… God, that bastard has Blair. And Paula and Dana…”

“They’ll get them out,” Emory whispered, the panic she had managed to hold at bay while planning for the injured rushing back.

“Hey!” Diane gripped Emory’s shoulders. “You look terrible.”

“I’m…I’m all right.”

Diane peered at her. “No, you’re not. Oh hell, it’s Dana, isn’t it.”

Emory nodded.

“Oh, honey.” Diane pulled her close. “What rotten timing. I can’t even ask for the details yet.”

“Later,” Emory said, resting her cheek on Diane’s shoulder and closing her eyes. The comfort felt wonderful. “When she’s back, I’ll tell you all about it.”

“You’d better.” Diane stroked Emory’s hair. “She’s so hot she makes my eyes ache.”

Emory lifted her head, smiling tremulously. “Valerie is one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen in my life.”

Diane’s face softened. “She is, isn’t she? I never thought I’d be this crazy in love with anyone.”

“I know what you mean,” Emory whispered. “I just want her back. God, I just want her back.”

“Bring the vehicle down,” Valerie said into her mic.

Cam tensed as Valerie relayed orders, positioning the strike teams. Next to her, Savard’s rapid breathing was punctuated by puffs of frozen air. “You okay?”

“Fine,” Savard replied tersely.

“We’ll have five seconds at most.” As agreed, Valerie had made the decision, and when she had laid out the plan, Cam had concurred. She had given Valerie the lead because she trusted her, and because the only thing she could think about was getting inside that cabin. She couldn’t be responsible for anything else. This one time, with everything at stake, she needed to be a player and not the one standing behind the lines directing the action. “I need you right on my shoulder when we take the door, Renee.”

“I’ll be there. I’m solid. Jesus, I just want to go.” Savard shifted in the snow, her hands restless on her assault rifle.

“I know.” Cam squeezed Savard’s shoulder below the edge of the vest covering her black T-shirt. Neither of them wore coats. Her own shirt was wet under her vest. “So do I.”