Page 127 of Revere: A Legacy Novel

“Fuck you,” Catherine repeated, staring into wide, terrified eyes.

She bet that’s exactly how she had looked just moments before.

It looked far better on him.

Instantly, his hold on her released, and she felt his hand and cock between her thighs disappear as he grabbed for the wound in his neck. Falling to his side on the bed, his stab wound bled through his fingers, pumping red ribbons in heavy, thick lines. At least he had rolled over on the bed so that his blood was spilling right onto the sheets and mattresses. He opened his mouth to speak, but gurgles and blood came out instead.

Catherine slipped off the bed with the bloody blade still in her hand. She watched his crazed eyes follow her as she moved toward the door. It was an odd sight, him bleeding out and his breaths rattling with bubbles of blood and missed air.

Morbid, even.

Still, she felt nothing.

Even her fingertips were numb.

She walked backward slowly, still keeping one eye on the fucker across from her. A hand touching her back made Catherine turn fast with her knife ready to kill.

Cross instantly took a huge step back and tossed his hands up in the air. “Hey, it’s all right, babe. It’s me. It’s okay.”

Catherine realized then that her hands were shaking and tears streaked down her cheeks. “I … I …”

Why couldn’t she talk?

Why wouldn’t her words form?

Cross stepped closer, and wiped at her cheeks with his thumbs. She felt the blood smear from his actions as he looked her over. “We don’t have very long, okay?”

Catherine nodded.

“Tell me what happened.”

“I was listening to music. He came in.”

Cross looked over her shoulder as one last, loud breath rattled from inside the room followed by a perversely loud gurgle. Catherine held onto Cross’s wrists, and the blood from her knife smeared down his arm. She knew what he was seeing. Messed sheets. Her ruined panties on the bed. The guy’s lower half bared from his shorts being shoved down.

“Did he—”

“I stopped him before he could,” she interjected quickly.

“All right, so right now, we need to move fast,” Cross murmured.

“Why?”

“Because his friends are on upper deck right now. Or at least one is. The other two were on the other boat. Someone is going to start looking for him, and that’s going to be very bad for us.”

“I don’t know what to do. I’m sorry. I messed up, didn’t I?”

“You didn’t do anything, babe. I promise.”

“What do you need me to do?”

“Hide,” Cross whispered.

Catherine glanced up at him. “What?”

“I need you to hide.”

Cross shoved the clip into his gun as Catherine disappeared behind the cabin door reserved for the captain’s private quarters. Knowing the one asshole was already dead in the other bedroom, he headed for the stairs. He would only get one shot out with his gun before Rhys Crain’s men would start reacting.