Reckless Honor by Tonya Burrows

Author:Tonya Burrows [Burrows, Tonya]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Military, Amara, romantic suspense, HORNET, action, protector, Romance, virus, Entangled, scientist, Mercenary
ISBN: 1987519035
Amazon: B07BVPQNMZ
Goodreads: 39348639
Publisher: Entangled: Amara
Published: 2018-04-23T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Six

Claire tried to gasp in a breath before she hit the water, but reacted too late and water filled her lungs. She gagged on it, tried to kick to the surface, but that Defion bitch had tied her ankles as well as her hands. The boat’s motor rumbled away overhead, leaving her to drown.

She felt herself growing heavier, colder as she sank.

This was it. This was how she was going to die. She didn’t want this to be it and kicked with all of her flagging strength. No use.

All of her running was for nothing. Defion had her research.

All she’d wanted was to help the millions of people infected with viruses, but instead all she’d accomplished was getting everyone around her killed. Tiffany. Marcus and Jean-Luc’s friend Danny. Sunday…

They had died for nothing.

A strong arm clamped around her waist and lifted her toward the surface. Her first instinct was to cough up the greasy water and gasp for air. Her second was to fight against the arms holding her because she wasn’t going with Defion. But then a familiar voice murmured calmingly next to her ear.

“That’s my girl,” Jean-Luc said. “Cough it all out.”

She relaxed and let him swim her over to another boat. Marcus was aboard, motor running, and he bent down to help fish her out of the water. Dazed, still gasping for breath, she watched Jean-Luc pull himself aboard, the ropes of muscle in his arms and shoulders flexing as he did. He’d lost weight while sick, and his new thinner frame only highlighted how muscular he still was.

Shouts rang out from the shore. Bullets peppered the water mere feet short of them. The militants raced toward their remaining boats.

“Get us outta here,” Jean-Luc said.

“Already on it.” Marcus got behind the wheel and poured on the speed. The militants hadn’t even untied their boats yet when they rounded the first bend in the river.

Jean-Luc crawled over and scooped her up in his arms. He pushed her hair back from her face. “Claire? Talk to me, ma belle.”

“I—” Her voice came out hoarse, and despite the warm night, she couldn’t stop shivering. “I’m okay.”

“No, you’re not. You’re in shock.”

“Here.” Still at the wheel, Marcus kicked over one of the heavy rucksacks leaning against the wall of the boat. “Take my bedroll.”

Jean-Luc unzipped the sleeping bag, and tucked it around her. She gratefully accepted it and snuggled against his chest. “They have my research.”

“But they didn’t get you, and that’s all that matters to me right now.” He kissed her forehead. “Try to rest.”

Rest was the last thing she wanted to do. At the same time, she was suddenly so very sleepy, the adrenaline having seeped from her system. She stared at the dark water of the river rushing by. “Where’s Ebiere? Is she safe?”

Marcus glanced over his shoulder, a grim expression on his face.

Jean-Luc shook his head slightly and rubbed soothing circles on her back. “Not now. You rest now. We’ll talk later.”

The undertone of sadness in his voice woke her up.

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