Protected in His Arms: An Elite SEAL Rescue (Texas Elite Seals Book 3) by Holly Castillo

Author:Holly Castillo [Castillo, Holly]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2020-09-24T16:00:00+00:00

Evie hadn’t heard the emergency vehicles arrive. A high-pitched whine reverberated through her eardrums and pounded into her head. She’d tried to stay at put where Santo had instructed her to stay, but she had to help people.

She began to line-up people against the cars, trying to identify the worst injured first. When a paramedic gently caught her by the shoulders she turned with a startled heartbeat and her fists raised to defend herself. The paramedic lifted his hands in a gesture to say he wouldn’t hurt her and she let out a shaky breath of relief. He extended a hand to her and she shook her head, pointing at all of the other people who needed care.

He frowned and started to say something, but she couldn’t understand him. She waved him off and returned her focus to the injured. She had torn strips from her dress to use as tourniquets and found a few bottles of water she brought to those who seemed to need it most.

Fortunately, the blast seemed to have only injured around twenty people. Many, many more stood off to the sides, watching in horror. She’d seen Anya and Elena walking up and down the line, trying to tend to people as best they could. They didn’t appear to be injured, much to her relief. She’d also seen Santo’s friends moving in and out of the crowd, helping in any way possible.

The feeling of hands on her arms surprised her again and she jerked, suddenly realizing she’d fallen asleep leaning against one of the cars. Santo leaned in her face, watching her closely. He placed a hand along her cheek and spoke, but she couldn’t understand him.

He shook his head and turned slightly, gesturing to one of the paramedics. A gentleman jogged up to her and spoke in a near shout. “Do you have a headache?”

Her head felt as if it were splitting in half. She nodded slowly. He took a penlight and flashed it in her eyes several times. “Do you hurt anywhere else? What about any of your cuts?”

She took stock of her body and shook her head. “I’m fine!” She winced at the pain her shouting caused in her head. The paramedic didn’t seem convinced and checked some of her deeper cuts but found they were indeed mainly superficial. He turned to Santo and shouted something at him, something she couldn’t understand, and she leaned her head back against the car, longing for the blissful ignorance of sleep.

Santo’s strong arms lifting her off the ground made her clutch at him in surprise and she scowled at the cut on his forehead he clearly had not had examined. He leaned in close, pressing his lips against her ear and talked loudly, but didn’t shout. “I’m fine. They already checked me out. They have the worst injuries headed to Laredo right now. You lucked out, too. You got your bell rung, but you don’t have a concussion.”

She leaned into him so she could speak into his ear the way he spoke into hers.

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