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One of the prisoners brought her kasha, some tea, and she ignored the weevils—they were dead anyway—and ate it down.
It sat like a brick in her gut.
Especially when the door lock turned and it opened to Captain Boris standing there. He said not a word about the fact her ties were broken and yanked her up by her arm.
“No trouble,” he said as he pulled her down the hallway and then forced her down the stairs.
The deck looked slick, snow accumulating along the rails. The works crews had returned and now sat in the mess hall. The air shucked out her breath, the cold moving over her, down the back of her jacket, into her jumpsuit. She huffed out and her breath formed before her.
A hum tremored the air, and she looked up to see a helicopter moving overhead.
“Idti!” Boris jerked her and she stumbled, nearly fell on the wet deck.
“Hey!”
And that’s when she looked up. And standing on the deck of the ship, flanked by a couple guards, radiating fury, confidence, maybe even a little revenge in his eyes—Ned.
Ned!
She jerked away from Boris, despite his hold on her, and took off.
Boris shouted, but she didn’t care.
She slammed into Ned, her arms flinging around his neck. “You came back! You came back.”
He grabbed her up tight, just for a second, then put her down, pushing her behind him. “We’re not out of this yet.”
Right.
Boris came up to them. Gestured with his chin.
No. It couldn’t be that easy. But Ned’s hand closed over hers and he took a step back. “We’re just going to go down the stairs,” he said softly.
She glanced behind her and spotted the prisoners emerging from the mess hall, forming lines on the deck.
And then her gaze caught on Judah. He stood by the rail of the ship, just watching, a strange look on his face. Sort of a smile? As if he’d known this would work out? Next to him stood Vikka.
She met Shae’s eyes, lifted her chin as if in a nod, then brought a cigarette to her mouth.
Ned took another step back.
“Perestan!”
The voice came from near the superstructure, shouted out from the deck.
Shae froze as Lukka emerged along with a contingency of guards.
What—?
If your man is military, then he is worth something. Maybe even more than you. But you are both going to be sold. The Petrovs do not just set people free.
“Run,” Ned said as he turned, grabbing her.
A shot zipped by them, and Ned yanked her toward the stairway.
The massive metal door came down over the stairway, blocking them in.
It barely slowed Ned down. He still had a grip on her arm and now pushed her behind a massive winch on the deck.
