He wasn’t going to tell her about the news report until they were safely out of here.
“Look—”
The doctor stopped speaking when Saxon turned on him; he may admire the man’s courage, but it was time to go. “Unhook her so we can leave.”
The surgeon’s face became blank at the command, and he walked over to stand beside Elyse while Lucien’s phone started ringing. He pulled it out of his pocket as he paced over to the window.
“What?” Lucien stared out the window while he listened to whoever was on the line. “Meet us at room three ten.”
He hung up, and when he turned to face Saxon, the look on his face said Saxon wasnotgoing to like what he had to say. “What is it?”
“That was Logan; we’re out of time.”
Chapter Thirty-Three
Elyse was still tryingto recall all the details of what happened while Saxon wheeled her down the hall to the elevator. She hated being in the wheelchair, but when she’d tried to walk, her legs gave out; Saxon caught her before she collapsed. Feeling like a newborn colt, she’d sat helplessly on the bed while Saxon kicked Lucien out of the room so he could help her dress.
Lucien jabbed the button for the elevator and tapped his foot as the green light over the doors revealed it was on the first floor and not moving. Lucien stabbed at the button a few more times, and when the elevator still didn’t move, he slammed his fist against it.
“Stupid fucking human technology,” he snarled.
“Yeah, because the nineteenth-century technology of elevators is super high tech,” Logan said and rolled his eyes.
Lucien looked about to rip off his head and punt it down the hall when he spun on the young hunter who lifted an eyebrow at him.
“What’s going on?” Elyse asked, their urgency finally piercing through the haze still enshrouding her.
“Why is this thing not coming?” Lucien demanded as he walked over to another elevator and started pushing the button. The numbers over the door revealed it was on the fifth floor and not moving. “It hasonejob.”
Elyse would have laughed over his frustration, but something told her there was nothing funny about this situation. She turned in her chair to gaze up at Saxon’s handsome face as he stared at the elevators with a perplexed expression.
“Saxon, what’s going on?”
He smiled at her, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “The Savages have found us.”
“How?”
As quickly as possible, he told her about the news story and the fact the Savages were using human help to locate her.
“And now they have,” he said. “We sent Declan and Asher outside early, but someone could have spotted them in the parking lot. The Savages were probably checking cameras on the roads for some sign of you, and if someone at the bar saw them break your arm, then they would check doctors and hospitals. It was only a matter of time before they located us.”
Elyse gulped as she tried not to give in to her rising panic. Not only did they have to worry about Savages locating them, but now they had to worry about the media and humans too. She never should have agreed to stay for the surgery; Saxon wouldn’t have made her remain. Now, she’d put them all at risk.
“At least they didn’t send the police; that could have been a complete disaster,” Logan said.
She grasped Saxon’s hand with her good one and squeezed it. She never would have taken his blood, but she could have dealt with the pain; she’d suffered through worse. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have stayed here. You shouldn’t beinvolvedin this; none of you should. Leave me—”
“That’s never going to happen!” Saxon interrupted.
“I should turn myself over to them,” she continued as if he hadn’t spoken.
The last thing she wanted was to be back in the hands of the Savages, but she couldn’t let them die because of her. She already hated herself for her role in helping to build the Savage’s army; she’d never forgive herself if something happened to Saxon too.
“I won’t allow it,” he said.
“They’ll leave you alone and probably retract the news story, or at least put it to rest if they have me.”
His hands tightened on her. “No.”
