Page 71 of One More Chance

“Thanks.” Kenna shifted back to lean her head on his shoulder. Which hurt, but she didn’t care. She wanted to sit close to him. They had each other, so why not make the most of it? “If we believe she was taken for Doctor Buzard, for whatever reason, then we could find him in order to find her. That might be easier than trying to track who took her and where they went.”

She needed her thoughts to work themselves out faster than this. And fatigue was creeping up on her. The guys would get totheir tasks if she fell asleep, but that didn’t mean she appreciated being sidelined with an injury.

Probably, God was getting her to learn something about not being so independent. Trusting Him and trusting the people He had put in her life. But who in the world actuallylikedthe lesson they were learning in the middle of it?

“So, how do we find this doctor?” Ramon asked.

Bruce said, “Aside from him kidnapping Kenna again?”

“She already has a tracker from Maizie on her, right?”

Kenna lifted her head. “I don’t know where it is. The whole house was bugged, our cars and probably our phones have GPS trackers in them. The ones in the cars were planted. They probably hacked our phones.” Her rambling might not make much sense, but they would get the point. “If you want to LoJack me, I’m all for it. I don’t want to get lost again.”

In fact, that was a regular part of her nightmares lately. After they’d visited Dana in that recovery facility and Kenna had been at Buzard’s mercy, she couldn’t help thinking about being trapped in a facility.

“None of us wants that.” Jax sounded like he had a lump in his throat.

Kenna had always held her own autonomy in the highest regard. Her freedom and her ability to think for herself and make her own choices had been targeted at times. By friends. By colleagues. By bad guys she had faced. With an organization like theDominatus—who could take it all away and there would be nothing she could do about it—all the fear she’d always stuffed down had resurfaced.

Almost as if she had some kind of repressed trauma. Or this might be just a natural reaction to the life she’d lived. But she didn’t need a psychologist to dig out things her mind didn’t want to remember. Why face the nightmare if she didn’t have to? She’d rather think of it as a completely rational fear of beingtrapped somewhere or being locked up and declared mentally unfit to be free.

“Either that headbutt scrambled my brains, or whatever Buzard did to me, he’s messed with my brain chemistry. Or something.”

Jax turned his head slightly but didn’t kiss the injury on her forehead. “Everything is going to be fine. Just get some rest.”

“I haven’t even finished my coffee.”

She felt him chuckle under her cheek again, and he said, “There will still be coffee when you wake up.”

“And breakfast fries?”

“Sure.”

She let out a long sigh, her eyelids refusing to open. They almost felt like they were stuck down. She sank into the warmth of her husband next to her, knowing he and her friends would take care of her. She’d never had that before in her life. Not the way she had it now.

None of it had turned out like she’d thought it would. But it was still good.

She didn’t want to lose any of it.

Even with everything going on, Kenna needed to keep hold of her purpose. The reason God had ensured she had the skills she did. Despite the threat, she was going to find those kids. And Nicola. Because that was what she’d been born to do.

Her brand of justice.

Then, she’d be coming forDominatus.

Chapter Twenty

“It’s been sixteen hours.” She pushed open her car door and climbed out.

Jax did the same on the other side. “You needed the sleep, and we didn’t sit around doing nothing while you were resting.”

“I don’t like it.” Her head felt a whole lot better, but that didn’t make much sense. How she could already be almost pain-free less than a day later? Whatever Buzard had done to her might have gone beyond replacing her marrow with more bone so that they were nearly solid. A process which destroyed her body’s ability to produce more red blood cells. His fix for that issue had also apparently given her the ability to repair injuries faster than she should be able to.

“I don’t want to be a mutant. I dreamed about nanites in my bloodstream last night. You know, like those tiny robots?”

He shot her a look like he thought she was cute.

“Let’s shake some trees.” She caught the hand he held out, and they walked together to the front entrance of the main building of the retirement home. “If I’m going to be a robot, at least I can use my powers for good. Solve some more cases.”

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