less happy about that one, especially when his gift reaches out for mine. He’s trying to figure out what the fuck I can do, how I’m mapping them all out, and every other secret I’ve ever kept from them.
I pull away from them.
My eyes pop open and I push up onto my tiptoes to press my lips to Gabe’s ear, whispering so softly it’s barely more than my breath, “Calvary is here.”
When he starts to rock on his feet, I sling Gabe’s arm around my shoulders and wrap my arm around his waist as I move us towards the tent opening. I slow my breathing down enough to use my heightened senses.
Fuck, it's good to have them back.
I’m happy for exactly half a second before the gunfire and sounds of fighting break through.
My Bonds have been found.
Chapter Twenty-Five
One of the girls stops us from immediately leaving the tent, the panic in her so bad that she collapses to the ground sobbing. I try to remember that she’s never had to face this sort of thing before, probably never experienced this sort of terror or loss before, but it’s hard not to lose my temper.
“One of you is going to have to carry her or we’re leaving her behind. We have to move now.” I pitch my tone low and even though Sage looks over at me, she’s not shocked or disgusted by my words.
She’s looking at me like she’s waiting for instruction, a perfect soldier in a crisis. She should really be in TT with a backbone like this but I’m not going to talk her into joining the torture sessions with me.
One of the guys squats down to murmur to the sobbing girl, pulling her into his arms and standing back up. He presses her face into his chest and smothers the sounds. I wait until I know she’s secure enough in his arms, and then I nod at him.
He’s probably just saved her life.
I glance at Sage and she moves closer immediately, taking up Gabe’s other side like she’s ready to defend my drugged Bond with me the entire way out of this shithole, and I shoot her a look of gratitude.
She shrugs back at me. “You’d be the first one to defend Sawyer… or Felix.”
Damn fucking straight I would. There’s no way out of all of this unless we’re all pitching in and doing the team thing. I glance around for a second before I murmur to her, low enough that only her and Gabe can hear me, “I need to know if you can use your power if you need to… that you can take someone out if our lives depend on it. I’m not pressuring you or judging you, I need to know so I can cover you if you need me to.”
Gabe stiffens in our arms but Sage just stares at me, steady as ever. “I can do it, Oli. I’m already going to need a shit-tonne of therapy after this, why not add some homicide to the mix?”
I fail miserably at keeping a smirk off of my face, but I don’t feel guilty about it because fuck the Resistance. “Atta girl. I’ll teach you how to compartmentalize like a pro when we’re home safe.”
Gabe’s arm tightens around me and he murmurs, “We’re going to talk about that when we get back, Oli. We’re going to talk about a lot of shit.”
I roll my eyes and then shut them to cast my power out to double-check that we’re still in the clear to get out of here, immediately startling and jerking forward to open the tent flap.
Kieran jogs towards us.
“How the fuck did he get here so quickly?” I hiss and Gabe sighs in relief at the sight of my least favorite TacTeam member.
“Black’s a Transporter.”
We step back to let him into the tent, the entire space shrinking the second he stalks in dressed entirely in his full uniform with a whole lot of firepower strapped to his body.
He glances at Gabe, who waves him off. “I was drugged but I’m fine. You’re getting faster at finding civilians.”
Kieran gives him a look and then jerks his head at me. “Fallows’ gift is like a beacon. I followed it over here to you all. Any injuries? We need to mobilize and move. Shore can only hold them off for so long, even with Draven helping out.”
His eyes finally hit Fiona and her little pal where they’re both still jerking and fitting on the ground over