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Now it all made sense.
I’m here to save you, little girl.
Exactly the way he’d acted back in the briefing room.
The one man in my life who’d ever truly saved me was John Morris, on that terrible night when I was 14 years old and powerless.
Then he became my Krav Maga sensei… my mentor… and my friend.
John hadn’t condescended to me when he saved me. And he sure as hell didn’t act like he was doing me a favor.
And afterwards, he’d taught me everything he knew – so that no one ever had to save me again –
Except for me.
I was tired of men assuming I was weak. Thinking they had to protect me just because I was a woman.
Just like Henriksson had.
Just like he was doing right now.
Anger welled up inside me and I snarled, “NO.”
I stared at Delgado when I said it, knowing that he wouldn’t realize who the ‘No’ was intended for.
He didn’t. He obviously had no idea what was going on directly behind him.
“‘No’?” he sneered. “Like you have a choice.”
Though I kept my eyes focused on Delgado, I kept my attention on Henriksson.
The Swede stopped in his tracks and lowered his gun slightly.
He’d gotten the message.
Well, at least he wasn’t dumb.
Hot AND reasonably intelligent.
Damn.
Too bad he’s kind of a jerk.
But right now, I had bigger fish to fry.
Time to deal with Delgado.
I figured it either ended here and now – or it would end in a couple of hours on the streets of Kabul.
“Last chance to walk away, Sergeant,” I said.
It sounded like a warning, but I did the one thing I knew would ensure he wouldn’t walk away:
I stepped into a combat stance.
Delgado took it exactly the way I thought he would: as a challenge – and an invitation to do what he’d wanted to do all along.
He laughed. “I ain’t walkin’ away from shit.”
