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But when she heard the thundering of the boots on the wooden pier the ship was docked at—Logan and Reiner with Rory and the rest of the Scotsmen her cousin had sent with them, she’d squirmed out of Sienna’s hold and rushed onto the main deck.
The men charged down the dock in a savage wave of muscle and violence. An impenetrable force.
Torrie’s heart stilled in her chest.
That they would do this for Roe. For her.
It humbled her to her very depths.
She could tell from her vantage point Roe’s crew was already in the thick of the battle as the light from inside the warehouse spilled out into the lane where bodies slammed into each other, blades flashing high.
Roe. She spotted him in the melee. Watched him force his way forward through the swinging bodies and stop in front of a row of brutes. Throw down his sword.
No. No. No.
What was he doing?
What was he doing?
A scream stuck in her throat, her eyes stayed frozen on Roe as a fist connected with his jaw.
Fight back.
He did nothing.
Another fist to his jaw.
He didn’t twitch.
What the hell was he doing?
In the next instant, two of the brutes clamped onto him, one of them bringing the hilt of his sword down onto Roe’s temple.
She winced, bile hitting her throat.
Fight.Fight, dammit.
Why wasn’t he fighting?
They dragged him into the building, sliding the door of the warehouse closed behind them, sending the battle on the street into shadows.
It didn’t make sense, the battle was outside. It didn’t make sense. Not unless…unless…
Bockton.
He was inside, and he wanted Roe. He wanted whatever that blasted box was that Roe refused to tell her about—that stupid box that was worth torturing and killing women for.
No.
Her feet flew into motion, her ears cutting off the screaming of Sienna behind her—grabbing her, trying to keep her from running off the deck.
Torrie twisted her arm, breaking free from Sienna’s hold on her wrist. Five strides to the plank that bridged from their ship onto the pier, her arms outstretched as she ran down it, and her boots thudded onto the rough timbers of the dock.
Fast, faster. She needed to be faster.
The battle expanded with Logan and Reiner’s men, pushing to fully encapsulate the lane that led to the dock on the left side of the building. Damn. There was no way she could make it through the melee to get to the sliding door—or to the street side of the warehouse.
Her head whipped to the building Roe had been dragged into. One thin shelf of stone lined the foundation of the building along the water’s edge. A window was ten steps in. Not too high, she could get into the building through the window as long as she could balance on the ledge and not fall into the water.
