And his fucking list of names? Forget it. The Russian saved my life, but he endangered Nora’s in the process, and that’s not something I will ever forgive. I want to kill Peter for this-and I might, if he ever crosses my path again. Now, however, the bad dreams are back-and Nora is worse off than before, judging by the panic attack she had during sex yesterday. Her distress claws at me, hurting me worse than any injury, and the knowledge that I’m again responsible for this-that I failed to keep her safe-makes my insides burn with acidic fury.įury at myself and at Peter Sokolov-the man who allowed Nora to risk her life to rescue me.īefore my cursed trip to Tajikistan, she had been slowly getting over Beth’s death, her nightmares becoming less frequent as the months wore on. Her breathing is coming in audible, gasping bursts, and I can feel the tremors running through her body. She stiffens under my touch, and I know she’s not fully awake, the nightmare still holding her captive. I can see the light filtering through the blinds on the window, and I know it must be morning. “Wake up, baby,” I murmur, stroking her slender arm. She must’ve been having the nightmare for a while. Her skin, however, is cold and damp from sweat. She’s turned away from me, facing in the opposite direction, so I can’t see her face to check if she’s crying. Moving more carefully, I place my right hand on Nora’s shoulder and try to gently shake her awake. The pain in my ribs and arm is better now, more tolerable. I’m lying next to Nora in my luxurious hospital bed, and we’re both safe, the clinic in Switzerland as secure as Lucas can make it. There’s no danger, nobody coming after us right now. My body, coiled for combat, relaxes slightly. She must be in the grip of another nightmare.
My pulse is pounding, and it takes a moment to realize what woke me. The cast on my left arm bangs into the heart-rate monitor next to the bed, and the wave of agony is so intense that the room spins around me in a sickening swirl. My uninjured eye flies open on a rush of adrenaline, and I jackknife to a sitting position, the sudden movement causing my cracked ribs to scream in protest.
A gasping cry wakes me up, dragging me out of restless sleep.
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