when I break the window. You’ll have about two minutes to reach the perimeter.” She pulled the gun from out of her pants and held it out to him. “Here, take this.”
He shook his head. “Keep it. We’ll shift as soon as we’re out of here.”
“Wait until you’re over the wall,” Anya said. “There are cameras inside the grounds.”
He looked at her closely. “You’re not coming with us?”
“I can’t. I have something I need to finish here.”
“Okay and thank you. We owe you a debt.” He turned back to the window.
“Wait,” Anya said.
Travis and Maria both turned to look at her.
Anya bit her lip. “Tell Natasha that I would have liked to meet her.”
“Who are you?” Maria asked again.
This time Anya answered. “I’m Natasha’s sister.”
Without waiting for a reply, she raised the pistol and smashed the glass, knocking out the jagged edges. Immediately, the shrill ring of the alarms filled her ears. “Go!”
Maria scrambled through the window, dropping to the soft grass below. Travis followed. He glanced up once then they were both away. Racing across the lawn. It was only a hundred yards to the wall and within seconds they were over and had vanished into the night. Anya stood for a moment until she heard the howl of a wolf then she turned and hurried away.
Natasha was alive, and Anya wanted to live so badly it burned a fiery pit in her chest. She had only one chance—to find a supply of the medicine they gave her. If she found the pills, it would buy her some time; without them, she would be dead within days. She remembered Sebastian saying he had given one to a doctor for analysis. Maybe they would find something. Maybe they would help her. But how likely was that? She might have saved two of his people tonight, but she had also caused the death of one of them. Jonas had died because of her. Sebastian would never forgive her for that.
She made her way back to the medical center. In the distance, she could hear the thud of booted feet. They’d go first to the window where the breach had been, but she didn’t have long.
She forced down the panic and looked around her. Where would they keep them? She started on the overhead cabinets, methodically taking out tubes and bottles, tossing them on the floor behind her when they proved useless. By the time she’d finished the cabinets, her panic was rising again. She emptied whole drawers onto the floor, crouched down and pawed through the contents, but found nothing. They had to be here somewhere.
The door clicked open.
Anya whirled around, reaching for the pistol.
Too late. She stared into the barrel of a gun and watched as the finger tightened on the trigger.
Chapter Eight
“She’s still alive,” Tasha said.
At her words, Sebastian paused his pacing of the office and turned to face her. “Sorry?”
“Maria. She’s still alive. I can sense her.”
He should have felt relief, but nothing could ease the black guilt that saturated his mind. Maria might be alive now, but for how long? They were no closer to finding where she had been taken, and he’d allowed the one person who might have had that information to escape.
Tasha sat on the edge of the sofa, nibbling on her lower lip. “It’s not your fault.”
“Yes, it is.”
She opened her mouth to argue, but Jack spoke first. “He’s right—it is his fault.” He shook his head, his green eyes mocking. “How the hell did this woman manage to knock you out?”
Sebastian had no clue. He’d swear the jug had been nowhere near her hand, but then his mind had been on other things. He had a flashback to the feel of her hot wet mouth engulfing his cock. The sweet taste of her on his tongue.
Even now, he couldn’t get her out of his mind. He shifted uncomfortably.
“Ahh,” Jack said. “That’s how.”
“Am I missing something?” Tasha asked.
“At a guess, your esteemed alpha allowed his dick to overrule his brain.” Jack studied Sebastian, one eyebrow