Page 101 of Nowhere to Hide

“I don’t fucking care what you want. We’re getting lost. No—I’m not telling anyone where we’re going.” He clattered down from the overhead deck and his boots clomped down the stairs before he swung down to where I was. His gaze was thunderous. “Gotta go. Just fucking find him.”

He threw the SAT phone onto the half off couch cushion and rushed over to me. “What happened?”

I shook my head. “Doesn’t matter.”

“Are you hurt?” He growled. “Of course you are.” He scooped me up and headed into the cabin. He set me near the windows at the back of the living space. He cupped my face, turning it from left to right to make sure I was fine. His gaze dropped to my mouth for a second before his lips thinned.

My heart pounded in my ears as I wrapped my fingers around his wrist. “He didn’t hurt me.”

He looked down at my ravaged arm. “The fuck he didn’t.” He stalked away from me and down to the bedroom quarters, then came back with a first aid kit.

“How did he find us?”

He sat beside me, flipping open the little red box. He ripped open an alcohol pad. His hand was rock steady as he slowly blotted at the blood that had welled up.

I hissed out a breath.

He glanced up at me, his eyes filled with rage.

“I’m okay,” I said quietly. “I can’t believe he was so bold.”

“I can. He’s obsessed with you now.”

I shivered. “Not the kind of obsession I’m looking for, thanks.”

He crunched the wrappers into his hand. “You’re training on how to evade capture. Tomorrow.”

“I actually took a few classes. One of my instructors told me to drop like a stone. It can surprise the attacker, and it did. It’s how I got away. He tried to drag me along which is why—” I broke off with a hiss.

The raised marks near the scrapes would be a bruise, I was sure of it.

“Sorry.” He picked up a tube of triple antiseptic and dabbed it over the scrapes. He got up and paced away from me, setting the case on the kitchen counter before he raked his fingers through his freshly shorn hair and laced his fingers at the back of his neck.

“You found me, Locke.”

He turned back. “I almost didn’t.”

“But you did. Again.” I huffed out a laugh. “My Safety Locke.”

He shut his eyes and tipped his head back. “I should have seen him.”

“You’re not a mind reader.”

“I knew we should have just left. Going to the tower did fuck all to help us anyway.”

“It helped. And so did this.”

He swung his gaze my way. “How’s that?”

“We know he’s desperate. Desperate people make mistakes.”

“Or they get more dangerous.”

I struggled to my feet. “Call Stone.”

He rushed forward. “What are you doing?”

“I got something. I don’t know that it’ll help, but I pulled something off him.”