Page 93 of Under His Guard


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Linda. He’s asking about Dr. Carter.

When his fingers move away from my mouth, the knife comes closer. I tremble, my voice a whisper as I shake my head.

“I don’t know. I haven’t seen her today.”

It’s actually the truth, but I don’t know if that does me any good.

The Cobra’s glare intensifies, and the cold of the blade touches my cheek.

“Where’s that boy of yours? We know he lives at that fancy penthouse. You going to get me in there? It’ll give you time, bitch. You get me in there, and I might not kill you.”

There’s nothing this man can say that I trust, and I won’t help him hurt Luke, no matter what.

“No. I won’t help you.”

My voice is steady enough, but then the Cobra lashes out, slicing the knife down my cheek, and I scream.

It’s loud. I know it’ll attract attention, and my eyes flare as the tears spill faster.

“Bitch! You’re going to tell me where?—”

“Security!” Dr. Carter’s voice rings out from the doorway.

She’s just outside in the hall, and my heart drops.

“Run, Linda!”

The Cobra shoves me back against the wall, hard. Pain licks through my spine as I hit it, and I slump down to the floor.

He dashes away, running right up to Linda. From the floor, I scream all the harder, but then I watch him reach her.

No, no, no.

They struggle for a moment, but then the Cobra’s hand juts forward and up, and Linda moans through a low howl.

He runs away, down the hall somewhere, and Linda collapses to the floor.

Blood. There’s so much blood.

I scramble across the floor toward her, clamping my hands down on the wound in her stomach.

“Help! Someone help!”

Footsteps sound across the floor from all directions, and I can barely see through the sobbing that’s racking my body.

I’m pulled away by several arms, and I think I’m screaming. Linda’s eyes are closed, and people are taking her away.

Doctors. Doctors are taking her away.

“Linda! No! Linda!”

I’m trying to fight against the people holding me back, but then I finally look around at them.

It’s the nurses, my coworkers and friends.

“Please, they’ve got to…” My voice dies.

“They will, hon. They will. Let the doctors do their work. Come on, we need to get you to the desk. Security!”

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