Free Hawk's Revenge: Lone Pine Pride, Book 3 by Vivi Andrews Page B

appeared in the doorway, tranq gun in one hand, Glock in the other. She stopped abruptly when she saw Dominec lazing there as if they were about to have tea. Adrian used her momentary focus on the tiger to move, quick and subtle, putting himself between Rachel and both Dominec and Grace.
    The lieutenant frowned. “I would ask if you boys were playing nice, but I’ve seen the evidence to the contrary—” Grace broke off, her gaze landing on Rachel. Her expression went instantly and completely blank. “Is that her?”
    Adrian gave a minute nod, his body tensing instinctively, weight rolling to the balls of his feet. He trusted Grace, but if she had orders he didn’t know about…he wasn’t taking any chances.
    “Her who?” Dominec asked, looking entirely too intrigued for Adrian’s comfort. “This that Organization bitch you’ve got a thing for, Hawk? That explains why you went apeshit on me. I know she’s hot as fuck, but trust me, the only good Organization doc is a dead Organization doc.”
    “Shut up, Dominec.” Grace threw him a glare. “You’re in enough trouble.”
    “Me?” Dominec asked with exaggerated innocence.
    “Yes, you. What is your fucking damage? You just decided to go all slasher-movie and thought no one would notice?”
    He shrugged. “They resisted.”
    “Sure they did.” The building shuddered again and Grace cursed. “Come on. No more fucking around. We can sort out the details later.” She jerked her chin toward Dominec. “Dumbass over there used too much explosive. The building is going to come down.”
    “Then I used exactly the right amount of explosive.”
    “Shut up , Dominec. And go fucking report to Kye already.”
    The tiger bowed mockingly, but obeyed her command, slipping out into the hall.
    Grace tipped her head to better see the woman half-hidden by his body. Rachel had been silent, but chose that moment to whisper, “Are they all dead?”
    With Dominec gone, Adrian let himself turn sideways to look at her. Her shoulder blades were pressed against the far wall of the lab and she was shivering, arms wrapped around herself, her pupils as big as dinner plates.
    “Fuck, she’s in shock,” Grace groaned, coming the same conclusion he had. “You need a hand getting her out?”
    “I’ve got this.”
    He caught her nod out of the corner of his eye, never taking his focus off Rachel. With quick, near-silent footsteps, Grace retreated down the hall after their resident psycho. Leaving Adrian alone with the woman he’d once thought would be his salvation—and an inexplicable, directionless rage.
    Rachel had tried to be invisible as the Hawk and the scarred one fought over her like two feral dogs over a juicy steak. She’d held her breath when the tall woman with the short blonde hair and Rambo’s arsenal strapped to her body had appeared in the doorway. She’d managed to hold it together until the woman mentioned the slasher flick in the hallway. And then she’d started to shake.
    The Hawk was supposed to be her savior, but when that yellow gaze swung back to lock onto her, she knew her fantasies about a heroic rescues were just that—fantasies. She’d pictured this moment a thousand times in the last few weeks and it had always been some stupid movie-perfect scene. No blood on the face of the maniac backing him up. No disturbing scent of death wafting in from the hallway. No fear. In her fantasy, this moment was triumph, not horror. Her brain couldn’t seem to reconcile the two. Even the air she was breathing felt wrong. Thick and strangely cold as the world got fuzzy around the edges.
    Shock , the blonde one had said. Yes. That sounded accurate. She tried to remember the treatment, but her brain wasn’t connecting the dots. Shivers rippled over her body, radiating out from her spine.
    “Rachel.” The Hawk flicked his fingers at her, an impatient summons. “Come here.”
    Her gaze traveled from the beckoning hand across his body to lock onto the other one,