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annoying bite to parasitic sleeping sickness. She was in enough trouble as it was.
    Taking her hand, Sam's fingers tightened around hers, his hand cool and dry against her damp palm. "I'll go first then help you down."
    Bracing one hand against the wall to orientate herself,Elizabeth listened to the rustle of animals in the undergrowth and the susurrus of leaves moving in their passage. To say that she didn't want to venture into the jungle, in the dark, was an understatement.
    But it was the lesser of two evils. Still, she had the terrifying feeling that she was jumping from the frying pan into the fire.
    "Climb out," Sam's voice was pitched so low she felt rather than heard it. "I'll catch you."
    She didn't need help climbing out of a window three feet off the ground. What she needed was—
    Daylight. A tank that could cut a swath through jungle. A bazooka , or some other weapon that would—
    What she had was a teacher. Had Sam brought a gun with him? Did he even know how to use the damn thing if he had? But even if he did have a weapon, it wouldn't be much help out here where the least dangerous animals were panthers, lions, and other carnivores.Thadiwe's men were heavily armed, and more dangerous and determined than any of the denizens of the jungle.
     
     
    Thadiwehadn't gone to all that trouble to kidnap and transport her to give her up without a fight. He'd send his men after her the second he realized she was gone. Beth considered and reconsidered the rock and the hard place. Either or. If she went with Sam, she had no doubt whatsoever that they'd be caught.
    AndThadiwe's retaliation would be swift and violent.
    The dangers of being recaptured would mean sure death. Not only for herself, but for Sam as well. And she was damned sure thatThadiwe would make their deaths slow and excruciatingly painful. If she stayed, there was a chance that Sam would return in time to prevent her death. Yet staying meant she'd be forced at gunpoint to perform a surgical procedure she wasn't qualified to do. After which, she was pretty damn sure, they'd kill her anyway.
    Either way, the end result would mean her death.
    Damn it. She didn't have the luxury of time to debate the pros and cons of how quickly she was going to die.
    Stay or go?
    How were they going to find their way out of the jungle without help? Beth had no doubt that her captors knew every tree and leaf in this jungle. She and Sam wouldn't get very far before they were caught and forcibly returned to the compound. How much better off was she now than she'd been five minutes ago? Two of them, against God only knew how many armed soldiers.
    "Stop over-analyzing," he said, his voice pitched so she could hear him. "Trust me."
    She did trust him—and his ability to lead her out of this mess. Teachers were leaders, weren't they? A little. Maybe? Hopefully. Yes. He'd managed to track her to the middle of who-knows-where. Might as well go with his misguided but appreciated need to be a hero. Sam had no idea what he'd let himself in for. Knowing that squeezed her heart inside her chest.
    Having him here, while it was terrific not being alone, was just going to get them both killed. "Go and find help," she whispered. It made sense for Sam to go and get reinforcements. One of them had to be practical. "I'll stallThadiwe again in the morning." Practicality had its dangers, and now that she knew rescue was at hand, she wanted to get away from here so badly she shook with it. But it made more sense to lullThadiwe and his men into believing that she was getting ready to do what they wanted.
    Sam just had to return fast .
    "Get your pretty ass out here, doctor. Now ."
    She hesitated. Unlike her sister,Kess , who made split-second decisions, and was rash to the point of foolishness,Elizabeth spent a lot of time weighing her options. She was a Libra, after all.
    "Do it, Beth." It wasn't a request.
    Fatalistic, she threw her legs over the sill, then slid into Sam's waiting arms. The footing