to be referred to as a debt. “You owe me nothing.”
“I couldn’t let them take you to Area 51. It had to be done this way.” She looked everywhere but at him.
Understanding dawned. Her father couldn’t be held responsible for Hauke’s escape if he was incapacitated. And it would appear Hauke had felled Henry and took Abbie as a hostage. More pride settled inside his chest. She had intelligence also.
A door opened across the room before Hauke could respond. The guard wearing the blue clothing came into view, his strange black shoes clicking on the floor as he stomped his way toward them.
He slowed his steps when he noticed the unconscious doctor lying at Abbie’s feet. “What the hell?”
“He’s hypoglycemic, Donald. I just gave him a glucose tablet under his tongue.”
Hauke could hear the nervousness in her voice. Apparently the one known as Donald could as well. He studied her for a moment; seeming to gauge her words.
The guard broke eye contact and peered down at Henry. “He’s never mentioned being a diabetic. I’m calling for help.” He unhooked a small black device from his belt and pressed something on its side.
“Wait.” Abbie threw up a hand and took a step in Donald’s direction. “Don’t do that.” She’d obviously forgotten she still held the pointed-tipped evidence.
Warning bells went off inside Hauke.
The guard’s energy changed to something dangerous. “What did you do, Doctor Sutherland?” He shifted the communication device to his left hand and unsnapped the holster that housed a weapon with his right.
With a flex of his taut muscles, the straps across Hauke’s body snapped like paper. The glands surrounding his fangs swelled on cue, and the normally soft as silk barbs on his wrists and ankles grew erect to razor-sharp intensity. His protective lenses slid back to reveal brilliant green eyes that burned with rage.
He had one thing on the brain as he shot from the bed and slammed into the guard. Protect Abbie.
* * * *
Abbie’s gasp was drowned out by the deafening explosion of a gunshot. She stared in shock as a very naked Hauke straddled the guard with one of his huge hands wrapped around the man’s throat. The implications of that were shocking.
Hauke had broken through his bonds and attacked Donald before her mind could register he’d left the bed. If he killed everyone in the building, it would be her fault.
Blood from Hauke’s infusion line dripped onto the tile to pool near Henry’s shoes.
What have I done ? Abbie was suddenly terrified. She thought of her father lying defenseless on the floor, and Willie with his laughing eyes sitting at the front door probably humming while eating a snack his wife had packed for him. She had to do something.
Donald’s gun lay a few feet away where it had landed after he’d been tackled, and Abbie made a dive for it.
She snatched it up and pointed it at Hauke’s massive chest. Her hands trembled so hard she had trouble holding the gun steady. “Let him go.”
Hauke lifted his head and pinned her with a glittering green stare. “He dies.”
“I can’t let you do that.” She was surprised at the strength in her voice.
“He meant you harm.” His fangs peeked out from under his top lip as he spoke, and Abbie realized how inhuman he really was.
“It doesn’t matter. Now please, back off. I don’t want to shoot you.”
Hauke held her gaze for what seemed like an eternity while the guard’s face continued turning purple.
Without breaking eye contact with her, Hauke drew back a fist and slammed it into the guy’s chin, snapping his head to the side. Donald went limp.
Then the impossible happened. One minute she had a gun trained on Hauke, and the next, he stood behind her with an arm around her neck.
Abbie went completely still, afraid to move. It wasn’t that she would have actually shot him, but he didn’t know that. She only knew she couldn’t stand by and watch him take the life of