Left For Dead (The Guarded Secrets Series Book 3) by Sara Schoen Read Free Book Online Page A

the last bit of energy I had and sprinted toward the plane. I had determined where I could meet the plane, and prayed that Maverick’s small Cessna 560XL was close enough to the ground for me to make the jump. The Cessna is similar to a small jet by the look of it, only used in these cases for quick pick-ups to get agents out of dangerous areas, but to get on I had to get on the wing and hope Renegade would catch me.
    What’s the worst that could happen? Best case was I end up breaking something and waiting until Maverick could come back—if he came back. I tried not to think about the road burns, injuries, and possible death as I leapt onto the plane’s wing. I teetered uncomfortably and quickly fell to the cold metal of the wing and latched onto whatever I could. The plane had been moving much faster than I had thought which only complicated this more. Even though Rum had trained me for situations like this, I wasn’t prepared to actually attempt this jump. I recalled something about her and Hess having to do it on a mission in Kuwait, how it was about faith in who was catching you and your ability. Well, hopefully half would be good enough for me.
    Renegade had his hand out the door, and called to me. I nodded and prepared myself to take a leap of faith. We hadn’t been getting along recently, but I knew I could trust him to put it aside for a mission and my safety. I attempted to steady myself before I jumped. The plane was running out of track, and I had lost the momentum from my run. The plane’s door was easily two feet away, and standing on a moving object wasn’t making it easier. The only bright side was that I was jumping toward Renegade in the direction the plane was going. I swallowed my fear and flew through the air easily. I felt weightless as the wind caressed my skin and the cool air came as a breath of relief to calm my nerves. It would have been pleasant if it wasn’t for the plane’s engine staring me in the face.
    Renegade caught me easily with Spit Fire beside him to grab my other hand. They yanked me into the plane and sealed the door before the plane started to ascend. Made it. Right in the nick of time as always.
    Once inside, I collapsed to the ground, taking in the moment and letting myself relax before a single tear of relief escaped down my cheek. I quickly wiped it away before turning to face my friends. Demon remained close to Katya while Renegade and Spit Fire stood close to me in case I needed them. All of them looked exhausted as they dispersed to take their seats on the plane, but no one was going to comment on it after what I had gone through.
    Renegade came forward to help me from the floor. I eagerly took his hand in hopes that we had put whatever was upsetting him behind us, but those hopes were quickly dashed as he spoke. “That was a close one,” Renegade stated, making it seem more like a compliment than anything. I smiled and was about to thank him when he added, “Don’t make a habit of it.” He walked away a second later to join Maverick in the cockpit and I took a seat next to Spit Fire, who seemed to already be sound asleep.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 6
     
     
    This agency had something against a full night’s sleep. I had been in this building for two hours—one getting Katya settled somewhere close to my room, and the other was intermittent periods of sleep while helping unpack the car and move all our stuff out of the way for the next team. I managed to get about ten minutes of actual sleep in my bed before Renegade came to wake me up. Judging from his low husky voice, he just woke up as well. Like I said, there’s something against sleep in this building.
    “Sharp Shooter wants to talk to us,” he said through my door when I refused to let him in. “You slept on the plane ride over here. Just get up and let’s finish this so we can both go back to bed.” The resentment in his words cut me deep. He hadn’t forgiven me, just like I hadn’t