Page 114 of The Truth Serum
The major shot Nate a look. It was the signal to end this farce. Between the two of them, they should be able to take down Fletcher and the Corporal. But then the unthinkable happened.
A woman’s scream split the air.
Becca!
He knew her voice immediately, even distorted in this warehouse. And then she bellowed, “Run!” before a sickening sound cut her off.
Chaos erupted. Corporal Skewes took off with the major sprinting right after him.
“Stop!” the major bellowed, just as a shot rang out in the warehouse.
It was Lord Benedict shooting from his hiding place, and the corporal let out a high-pitched scream. Nate didn’t bother to watch. He was already running straight for Becca. He had to skirt around crates, listening for the sound of her—any sound—but there was too much chaos for him to hear anything else. And too much stuff in the way for him to find her.
“Becca!” he called, only to hear her cry out in pain.
Where was she? And what the hell was she doing here?
So many thoughts crowded in. He couldn’t fight them all as he searched for her. She couldn’t be involved, could she? He couldn’t believe it. But her brother was here. Had Fletcher dragged her in? But… No… And…
Damn it all to hell! Where was she?
He heard a muffled sound from his left. It was a heavy thud and a scramble as someone large ran away. The baron? Could be. It could also be Prinny, for all he could tell. Either way, he jumped over several bolts of fabric only to see the one thing he feared.
Becca. Crumpled to the floor, surrounded by blood.
Chapter Thirty-One
Becca woke witha pounding headache. She felt strong arms around her and heard…chaos. Men’s voices. Grunting sounds. And Nate murmuring in her ear.
“Wake up, sweetheart. You’re safe. Wake up.”
She felt such joy at hearing him. Such wonder to feel his arms around her. He was safe. She was safe. They were together.
She pressed her face into his chest and breathed deeply.
Then a flash of pain had her stiffening.
“Ow,” she said.
“You’ve hit your head,” he said. “Go slow. Does anything else hurt?”
Anything else? Everything else! But nothing so specific as the pounding in her head.
Damn it, she was going to have straighten up out of his arms. She didn’t want to, but the sounds around them were getting clearer. A man’s voice issuing commands. And Fletcher complaining.
Oh hell. Fletcher.
She remembered everything now. The baron. Her idiot brother. And her choice to scream. She should have done it at the beginning. Then Fletcher would have had the chance to run, but she’d been looking for a better option and waited too long. As it was, she’d struggled with the baron, trying to hold him here so Nate could arrest the real culprit. Then…
He must have hit her.
“Becca,” Nate said against her ear. “Why were you here?”
“To stop Fletcher.”
He grunted.
“Where’s the baron?” she asked.
