Holocaust (The Deadwood Hunter Series Book 3) by Rachel M Raithby Read Free Book Online

mask, taking her golden eyes and strength with it, yet she still didn’t let go. Tears fell from her eyes as she remembered her dad dying in her arms, his blood soaking her jeans, coating her hands. Belemy would pay for taking her dad away.
    His hands fell limp, his body giving up its fight for life. Lexia pushed herself away from him, scrambling across the floor, leaving a trail of blood behind her.
    “Shit,” she muttered, pressing her hands against her sides. Her breaths jagged, she struggled to get herself under control.
    Looking around, the elite and those who followed them were being rounded up. Some fought back but looked to be losing. Derrick took down anyone who resisted, Belinda by his side. Where’s Marcus? She looked around for him.
    Marcus met her eyes and rushed toward her “Boss! Shit!”
    “Get me out of here, Marcus,” she pleaded, struggling to her feet.
    Arm slung over his shoulder, Marcus helped Lexia out. Eyes cast down, she hoped no one would notice her very human, blue eyes.
    Feeling weaker the further she went, Lexia struggled to keep herself upright.
    “Boss, you okay?” Marcus asked, glancing at her. Drops of blood hit the floor as they walked. “Fuck, Lexia, you’re losing a lot of blood. Maybe we should go find a medic.”
    “No! Marcus, no one can know I’m not Maura. No one,” she replied breathlessly.
    “Okay, okay but…”
    She slumped against him as they pushed through the doors. “No one, Marcus,” she pleaded in a final gasp.
    “Brilliant!” Marcus muttered, lifting her up into his arms.
    Marcus turned back around, sticking his head back inside the mess hall and shouted for Belinda. Belinda turned in his direction. Seeing Marcus, she walked as quickly as possible without drawing attention to herself.
    “What’s up?” she asked, frown lines marking her confusion. Marcus opened the door slightly, revealing Lexia unconscious in his arms. “Crap! Shall I get Derrick?” Belinda asked.
    “No, he has his hands full,” he said, looking in Derrick’s direction. “Come with me.”
    Together, they went to the infirmary. “Go in and find someone. Bring them out – by force if necessary,” he added as she walked in.
    Reappearing moments later with a medic half off his feet, she demanded, “Fix her!”
    “B-bring her inside,” the medic stammered.
    “No, not here, in her room,” Marcus instructed.
    “H-her room?”
    “Yes. Is that going to be a problem?” Belinda asked sweetly, angling her head to meet his eyes.
    The medic took one look at Belinda and shook his head, “No, no, just let me get some things.”
    “Be quick about it!” Marcus growled.
    Ten minutes later, Marcus hovered over the medic as he worked, his body trembling but his hands sure and steady. “This would be easier i-if you didn’t h-hover,” the medic stuttered.
    “Fine!” Marcus barked, stepping back. He just hoped Lexia woke before Derrick found them and realized they’d not consulted – before kidnapping a medic.

Chapter 7

     
    “Kill him. Then there is no chance of him telling anyone.”
    “What?” someone squeaked. “I’ve nothing to tell. All I’ve done is treat Maura. Why would anyone be interested in that?”
    A medic.
    “See, told ya, Derrick, no need to get all trigger happy. Let’s get him out the room before L-Maura wakes, and then she’ll never have to know.”
    Marcus. Lexia smiled to herself, not drawing attention to the fact she was conscious.
    “I still think it’s better to be safe than sorry,” Derrick stated matter-of-factly, as if he wasn’t talking about killing someone in cold blood.
    “No one is getting killed, Derrick. Let the man go,” Lexia interrupted. Staying as she was, she made no attempt to open her eyes or move, knowing she wouldn’t have the golden eyes of a hunter.
    “You’re awake?” asked Derrick.
    “Yes, genius, now let the medic go and thank him for his services,” she muttered in response.
    “Fine,” Derrick mumbled. Lexia