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.

voice that sounds familiar, but I

a long pause.

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 new

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 about it my little guardian, I’d be happy to have you get

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

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like home. It makes the rhythm of my heart slow, and I feel safe again. Once he pulls the shirt down and covers

the phone. Sometimes, it seems like he’s talking to me,

me in his arms again. I smell

stretcher, we’ll take it from here

carry her. Where is she

follow

long, I’m being laid on a bed. There are several people surrounding me, attaching things to me, putting needles

you

snarl before he continues, “Her neck is bruised and has multiple puncture wounds, but it doesn’t appear that the attempt to mark her