Page 73 of Protected By the Sinner

But she breaks that promise—and vanishes right before my eyes.

My sister.

I want my sister.

Chapter 33

I’m wondering whether I should go after her, about an hour after she went to lie down, when the screaming starts.

At first, I think maybe one of the flight attendants is watching a movie in the back of the plane, but when I see Roman get up, I know I didn’t imagine it.

I run to the suite she’s in, a million thoughts rushing through my head at once—and not one of them is good.

“Amber.”

I see her sitting on the bed, thrashing around, and I swear, even if I live a hundred years, I’ll never forget the look of horror on her face.

“Amber, it’s just a nightmare.”

More screaming, this time calling out for her sister.

“Amber, shhhh . . . it’s okay. No one’s going to hurt you.”

I pull her into my arms, and she keeps struggling, fighting against the restraints of my hold.

“Hey, it’s okay. I promise. Stop, or you’ll end up hurting yourself.”

Little by little, she starts to calm down, but the crying doesn’t stop. Her eyes open, and I can see she is fully awake, but she doesn’t try to pull away.

I lie down and bring her with me, my hands gently stroking her back. “It’s okay. They can’t get to you. I give you my word.”

“You know whotheyare?”

“I do. You remembered?”

She nods.

“All of it?” I ask gently.

“No. Just the past.”

“How far back?”

“Until the day we had to run.”

“Tell me.”

“Why? Didn’t you say you already knew about them?”

Because I want the details—so I can kill them one by one.

“I don’t know the full story, and I want you to tell me. That way I can protect you—and our baby.”

She tightens her grip on my arms. “Are they still after me?”

Fuck the doctor. I can’t keep her in the dark completely.

“Judging by the way you were living when I first met you, I’d say yes.”