Page 58 of Fury

“Okay, come on.” Davis rushed to the other side and leaned to help Hollyn out. She felt so fragile in his grasp. Hadn’t made a sound since they hit the expressway—that worried him—but he’d have to focus on that once she was safe inside the house.

Fury jumped up. Hit his thigh with meaty paws, tongue flopping out in a happy pant.

“You did good, buddy.” Davis tossed the landshark’s KONG into the two-story plaster structure and followed his zealous beast through the front door.

Glace, Nazari, and Hale covered their six. Locked the door behind.

“Get him to the hold. Gonna have a littlechatwith him after debrief.” Chapel nodded to Bennion and Macklin.

The men roughly hauled Germaine from the living room.

Fury barked a couple times. Pawed at Hollyn’s leg. Smacked his nose under her hand.

“Hey, knock it off.” He pushed the mutt off her.

“Daaavisss . . . ” Hollyn wheezed.

He looked down just as her eyes rolled back in her head.

* * *

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Heavy footsteps broke through the thick fog clouding her mind, and she felt her body bounce in movement. But it wasn’t her walking. She was being carried. Her head vibrated on a strong shoulder with each step. Legs dangled over an arm that flexed beneath her knees.

Hollyn tensed. Had she been captured?

Wake up!

But her eyelids weighed a thousand pounds each. Head throbbing, she instinctively reached up to grab her necklace. Groaned with the effort.

“Easy.” The deep voice was warm and familiar. Like a favorite hoodie on a crisp day.

Davis. She relaxed.

Her body shifted as he adjusted his hold. Then she was being lowered. She panicked. Hand shot out to grip his shirt but found his vest first.

Don’t leave me!

“You’re good, Hol,” he soothed her.

A cozy softness enveloped her as he laid her down on a bed. She let go of him. Used all her willpower to force her eyes open. Blinked once. Twice. Davis came into focus, hovering over her, dark features handsome as ever. But deep concern was etched into his brow.

“What happened?” Then she remembered. “Leila.” She choked out the whisper. “Wh-what about Archie?”

He didn’t say anything.

A mental video of her friend being shot resumed its looped replay in her head, and she wanted to vomit. Fresh tears pooled. When was this going to end?

“First things first.” Davis gave her hand a soft squeeze as Fury hopped onto the bed. The giant dog spun before curling into her side. He rested his jowls over her thigh, amber gaze roaming over her. Something on his vest dug into her leg, but she stayed still. “Nora’s our combat medic. She’ll check you over.”

Nora came into the room carrying a bag of some kind. She took out a blood pressure cuff and stethoscope.

Davis released Hollyn’s hand, and she instantly missed his warm touch as he stepped away, giving his teammate room to sit down.

The lieutenant slid the cuff into place on Hollyn’s arm. “How are you feeling?” Nora asked as she inflated the cuff.

“I’m . . . ” Hollyn licked her dry lips. Exhaustion had finally caught up to her, and it’d come out swinging. Between what had happened and the car accident, it felt like she’d been run over by a Mack truck. “Just tired.” She rubbed her face. “Why is it so hard to think?”

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