Extraits

I considered, too, what Baikov might be doing and where he could be at the moment. If I knew anything about him (and I did), then he was likely plotting death and destruction for someone.

"Honey, stop obsessing. I can feel it in my sleep," Corinne mumbled.

"Cabbage?" I set the tablet aside to scoot into position beside her. "How's my darling?" Pulling her against me, I settled her head onto my shoulder.

"Tired," she lifted her hand to cover a yawn.

"That plane ride was too much," I grumbled. She was already asleep again when I tucked a strand of pale blonde hair behind her ear.

"Push harder." I had a new slave driver. His name was Marcus and he was a sadist posing as a physical therapist. He'd shown up shortly after lunch and started working with me right away.

I was pushing my hands against his as hard as I could, but that much force and energy wouldn't have given a fly a mild concussion.

"Colonel Hunter wants you able to walk out of here in three days," Marcus grunted, forcing my hands against my chest.

"Then why are we working with my hands?" I asked.

I should have stayed quiet. He started on my legs and that was agony. I resolved never to argue with Navy Lieutenant Marcus Cargill again. By the time he was finished with me, I wanted to ask whether he was bucking for brownie points with Auggie or just looking for a promotion.

"Ilya?" she croaked.

Yes, I'd been far away in my thoughts and failed to see her eyes open.

"Cabbage?" I was up and gripping her hand quickly.

"You okay?" she asked.

"I am more than okay," I responded. "You, however, sound much like a frog in a dry pond."

"Water?" Bright blue eyes blinked hopefully at me.

"Immediately," I said, and shouted for the nurse.