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I swung wildly trying to evade my captor—my feet kicked, and I screamed until my throat burned. A second man approached, his fist raised. Pain blistered across my face, then the lights went out.

* * *

I came awake with a start.

Chained.

No, no, no. Not again.

Panicked bubbled and I couldn’t breathe.

My body swayed and I wasn’t sure if it was because I was hyperventilating or if I was moving.

I yanked on my wrists but they wouldn’t budge.

Chained.

Please, God, let Kyle find me.

Fuzziness clouded my vision and darkness pulled me under.

I WILL find you.

Kyle would come.

Chapter 12

“We’re getting closer,” Declan assured me.

Closer?

Anaya had been gone seventeen hours.

Seventeen fucking hours of pure hell.

With no direct flights to Dili, we’d stopped in Australia. By the time we’d landed, Tex had tracked Anaya, or more accurately he thought he had. So we were waiting in Darwin, Australia, for the boat Anaya was supposed to be on to cross into Australian waters.

With an ongoing feud over the maritime border over who controlled the oil-rich seabed, the Royal Australian Navy wouldn’t fly us out to the vessel until it cleared the border.

The longer we waited the longer Anaya was at the hands of men who meant her harm.

My gut churned at the thought.

She had to be scared out of her goddamn head.

Declan looked down at his phone and swiped the screen.

“You’re on speaker.” Dec’s curt greeting echoed in the small hangar we were waiting in.

Fucking waiting. Anaya had been kidnapped and we were waiting. Not hunting, not finding, not killing the men who’d taken her. Waiting.

“Get ready,” Garrett came on the line. “The boat crossed the border and is anchored.”

“Thank fuck,” I grouched, ready to board the Seahawk that would fly us out to meet the boat.

“Kyle,” Zane barked, joining the conversation. “Keep your head on straight.”

My boss’s demand pissed me off. My head wasn’t on straight, nor would it be. It was exactly where it needed to be. Maximum destruction.