The Broken Warrior’s Daughter by Cooper

Chapter 0070

Suddenly, the door bursts open and everything goes quiet. Then I hear heavy breathing.

“I’m getting her out of here.” I know that voice, but I can’t place it. It sounds familiar, soothing. I hope he means he’s getting me out of here.

I feel the restraints on my wrists cut off, the person hissing as the silver touches their skin. Then I’m being lifted, cradled in strong arms that make me feel safe. Weird, I don’t even know who it is, but I feel safe. The smell of a freshly cooked brownies floods my senses. Instinctively, I lean into the smell, trying to curl into it, but my body still will not respond.

“I’ve got you. You’re safe now Cara.”

I want to reply that we’re not safe. Eli is here somewhere, and we need to go. But the words do not come.

I feel myself being carried. I begin to hear more sounds of fighting, the smell of blood and death heavy in the air.

He stops walking. “Call my father. Tell him I have her and I’m bringing her home. Liam is staying, he’s going after Eli. You’re in charge.” Liam is here. Liam will make sure th

I’m safe.

hear another voice that sounds familiar, but I can’t place it. “How is she?”

pause. “Time will

outside. I hear more sounds of fighting, but we are going in the opposite direction. I don’t know how long we walk before I’m gently set down. It smells like a

be right back.” My brownie–smelling man says, before he steps away and I immediately feel cold and lost again. Thankfully, it isn’t long before he returns. “Ok love. Kai and I can’t stand the scent of that disgusting Beta on you another minute, so I’m going to put one of my shirts on you instead. If you’re mad at me

have on, before removing it. Then he pulls a soft shirt over my head and pushes my arms through the arm holes. I’m surrounded by the scent of

+15 BONOS

heart slow, and I feel safe again. Once he pulls the shirt down and covers me the best he can, he leans the seat back, straps me in and closes the door.

consciousness and hear my rescuer talking quietly to someone on the phone. Sometimes, it seems like he’s talking to me, telling me where we are or that everything will be ok, holding my hand. His thumb rubbing over the back

his arms again. I smell the scent of antiseptic and cleanser. “Where do you want her?”

can put her on the stretcher,

carry her. Where is

follow

people surrounding me, attaching things to

what can you

I hear a snarl before he continues, “Her neck is bruised and has multiple puncture wounds, but