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My sons continued to tear Hale apart as movement came from the doorway. In an instant the room was filled, Helene and Riven, followed by Ryth and the Bankses. They stopped, staring as I slid my hand under her knees and gripped her around the back.
“We need to get her to the Doc!” I screamed and drove my body upwards. But they still didn’t move, frozen by the thing sticking out of her, until I jerked my gaze toward them. “Somebody fucking HELP ME!”
Movement came from the corner of my eye. But it wasn’t her sisters. Colt unleashed a low, wounded sound and stumbled forward. He slid his hands underneath her, taking her weight, his focus riveted on the knife.
That keening sound grew more desperate as he turned his gaze to her wide stare…until her eyes rolled back in her head. I pushed forwards, shoving them aside. “Out of my fucking way!”
Helene and Riven stumbled sideways. Ryth turned and ran, lunging in front of us. “Tobias…TOBIAS! HELP THEM, PLEASE!”
We ran along that corridor with Ryth and her brothers in front, guiding our way out of there. Carven’s scream haunted me until I heard the thunder of his steps as we pushed toward the front of the building. The faint boom of gunshots grew louder.
“Move!” Carven screamed.
I lunged aside, letting him shove ahead until he bowed his body around her and pushed past into an area that looked like a bomb had gone off.
“What the fuck?” Riven growled.
But I didn’t have time to care, just keeping my gun upwards, taking aim at anything that goddamn moved. Colt carried her out of there, his powerful body cradling hers against him. Those guttural sounds came from him, desperate to connect to our children…and the woman we loved.
“DOC!” Carven screamed. “FOR FUCKS SAKE, DOC!”
“Here!” Came the call from the line of cars near the treeline.
DeLuca rose from patching a hole in one of the gunmen, his gaze turning to Vivienne in Colt’s arms, and froze at the sight of the knife. That wasn’t what I wanted to see.
He took a step backwards, motioning weakly to the opened tailgate of the four-wheel drive in front of him. Colt carried her closer and eased her inside.
“How long has she been out?”
Colt looked at me. I shook my head. “A couple of minutes.”
Doc pressed against her belly, and worked his stethoscope into his ears.
“Well?” I growled.
He listened, pressing over her body, then moved to her chest. “We need to get her to a hospital now.” He straightened. “She needs surgery now, London.”
My feet moved on their own. “Is she going to survive this?”
He shook his head. “I don’t know. No one could.”
Carven was already moving, lunging for our car.
“You’re coming with us, Doc. Tell me no and I’ll…I’ll—” I stuttered, unable to find the words.
“Of course I’m coming.” He answered.
Relief hit me like a goddamn truck as the four-wheel drive backed up hard and braked. The driver's door was thrown open as Colt lifted her once more, carrying her gently toward the opening back door of our Explorer.
Doc grabbed his kit, hauling it up before he turned to the guy he’d been working on. “Keep that dry and clean and you’ll be fine. See me tomorrow if you get worse.”
I didn’t waste a second heading after them and climbed into the passenger seat.
“Baby?” I turned, watching Colt cradle her against him.
Her eyes fluttered open, her gaze wavering. “My babies.” She whispered as the doc closed the door behind him and Carven punched the accelerator, throwing me against the seat.
Dust and stones kicked up, pinging under the four-wheel drive as we skidded and surged ahead.
