The Omega Team: No Control (Kindle Worlds Novella) (The Martin Family Book 3) by Parker Kincade

Author:Parker Kincade [Kincade, Parker]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kindle Worlds
Published: 2017-03-05T06:00:00+00:00

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The smell of food brought Regan awake. The rich, delicious scent permeated the walls and went straight to her empty stomach. Her mouth watered. She opened her eyes and—”

No.

No. Nonono.

Regan scrambled up, arms and legs flailing. Her back hit the headboard, but her feet kept moving in a pitiful attempt to escape the surrounding darkness.

Oh god. She couldn’t see. A strangled noise bubbled from her throat as she clawed at her face, hoping to remove whatever blocked her sight. There was nothing there.

Why couldn’t she see?

All at once, her chest felt heavy and her skin turned damp.

Where was she? She strained to see something, anything. Shadows taunted her from around the room. Furniture? Or was someone hiding in the dark, waiting to strike?

Sweat broke out all over her skin. Her chest heaved as her lungs worked as hard as they could for much needed oxygen.

Disorientated, Regan fumbled for the nightstand. Where was the lamp? The lamp. The goddamn lamp. Was there even one in this room?

She couldn’t remember. She couldn’t think.

The door flew open and Regan cried out, flattened her back against the headboard in an effort to get as far away from the oncoming threat as she could.

The light flared. Blessed light.

Regan sucked in a breath. Blinked once, twice, as the confusion subsided. She knew this place. She was in her bedroom in the cottage. She was safe.

Breathe. 1…2…3…

Her attempt at breath vanished when Ketcher was suddenly in her face. His palms landed on her shoulders and then he shook her, rattling her teeth.

“Regan,” he barked. “What is it? What’s happening?”

She tried to answer, she did, but her throat was still tight. Oxygen seemed more important than words, so she focused on the count.

4…5…6…

Regan hated, hated being afraid. It made her feel weak and vulnerable. Each attack left her with more questions than answers. What if the power went out at the hospital? Would she be able to do her job? What if the anxiety extended beyond the dark into other areas of her life? How would she cope?

There was no logical reason for her fear. She’d witnessed the aftermath of the attacks of war, but she had never been harmed under the shroud of darkness. How could she even begin to knock down the wall when she didn’t know how it got there?

“Hey.” Ketcher caught her face in his hands. “Look at me, Regan. That’s good. Right at me.” The warmth and concern in his expression loosened the vice around her lungs. God, she loved his face. His thick, expressive eyebrows. The prominent brow that shadowed his molasses-colored eyes. His full, inviting lips. The sharp jawline, not quite hidden by the neatly trimmed reddish-brown beard.

As her gaze started to wander lower, Ketcher’s voice brought her back. “Don’t look away. I want you to breath with me, Regan. We’re just going to breath. Okay, sweetheart?”

His tone was soft, but absolute. She missed this part of him. The strong, confidant man with a warrior’s heart. The need to climb inside

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