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“Who’s got you, Kaitlyn?”
    “You do,” I whispered. The darkness was sucking me down fast. My head rolled to the side and Blake’s words echoed in my head.
    “That’s right, baby. You’re safe with me.” His voice lowered. “For now.”

 
    Chapter 3
    Blake
     
    Tough. That didn’t even begin to describe the woman in my arms. Son of a bitch. I had never expected her to last so long. It wasn’t from lack of trying either. She’d given it everything she had to make it back to the car. The internal side of her had won. Kaitlyn was sick. The fever taking over her body didn’t escape me. She had an infection and if I didn’t get her to the hospital fast, it was going to get worse. But, here? Fuck, I didn’t trust to keep her on Russian soil.
    The bushes came into sight and we were suddenly at the car. “Marie, y’all get in the back.” The resistance to my belt was set free a s the blonde helped the other girl climb inside. I opened the passenger door and eased Kaitlyn down. A mass of dark hair slid across her face as her head fell to the side, limp. My fingers pulled it back and I couldn’t help but stare. God, even pale and bruised, I couldn’t get over how gorgeous she was. The leather covering the back of my hand slid down her cheek. Protectiveness surged and something altogether unfamiliar joined in.
    Rule two —broken.
    The moment my lips kissed her, I broke the no emotion rule. How, in the matter of an hour, had I turned my back on everything I knew?
    Strands of her hair fell back into her face as I stood and shut the door. Questions poured into my mind. A mass of unknown queries all concerning the mystery of the captive who had landed in my lap in the most unexpected place. I hardly heard the engine turn over as I started the car and headed for the airport.
    Kaitlyn Summers was starting to take me over. Even when I was shot at, she was on my mind. With each slice of my blade, all I could see was her own work. It fucking captivated me that she held what I did. Maybe it was only a response to her trauma, but I wasn’t so sure. Did it matter anyway? Aggravation was all I felt as I passed the airport sign. It wasn’t like she was going to team up with me and we’d take out the bad guys together. I’d never allow her to put herself in danger that way. It had to be the strength the woman displayed. How hardcore she was wielding a knife. How she felt nothing afterward. Yes. Kaitlyn’s darkness was the perfect aphrodisiac for a monster like me.
    “No.” Her frail voice had me turning toward the passenger side. My hand left the wheel to reach out to her and the act had me hesitating. This wasn’t right. I had to stop before it was too late.
    A shaky voice pulled me from my reverie. “Who are you?”
    I glanced in the rearview mirror to see Marie holding onto the other girl. Her eyes were slightly widened. Scared. “You knew my name. Did my parents send you?”
    I nodded. “Yes, Marie. Speaking of which, I need to give them a call.” What in the hell was my problem? I should have done this minutes ago.
    The phone rested in one of the pockets on my belt and I took it out, turning it on. The signal was weak, but I needed to attempt it. I glanced through the contacts and hit their number. It was answered on the second ring.
    “Hello.” The deep Texas accent was laced with static. I took a deep breath, feeling a burst of accomplishment. This was what I looked forward to.
    “Mr. Sinclair, this is Blake Morgan. I have Marie. We’re coming home.”
    Silence was followed by a sob. “Oh, God.” More crying. “Thank you. God. Is she okay? Can I talk to her?”
    I smiled. “Yeah, hold on.” My arm reached back and she grabbed the phone from my hand so fast, it made me even happier.
    “Daddy?” The word came out broken up between deep intakes of breath. “Daddy.” For the longest time she cried, repeating the word over and over. As we approached , she seemed to calm. “Yes, I’m okay. Mr.