her off the ground. She fought with everything she had. She kicked, she screamed, she almost pulled her needle out from her sleeve, but then she saw Mason appear out nowhere. He wasn’t alone either. Peter, Gavin, and Ridge were fighting their way toward her.
Then she heard Edie and Trent. She glanced their way to see them racing toward her. The look in Trent’s eyes said everything. He would move heaven and earth to get to her. Hope surged upward and Skye gave the guy holding her hell. She clawed at his hands. She slammed her heel against his legs as hard as she could and felt satisfaction when he grunted in pain.
But she hadn’t counted on what was behind her. Two more men grabbed her under each arm and she was being hauled into the helicopter. Mason was tackled from behind and screamed for her, but it was Trent’s face she couldn’t look away from. His eyes never left hers as he ran full-out to the helicopter. He’d never make it. They were already pulling up. Skye had to do this herself.
She let the knitting needle drop from her sleeve even as she watched Trent race toward her. With her needle in hand, she was ready to take this whole helicopter down. Skye took a deep breath, clutched the needle tightly in her hand, and jabbed it into the man’s thigh.
“Shit! She stabbed me!” he cried in surprise. Skye reached over her shoulder with her free hand, grabbed his vest, then yanked forward as she rolled to the metal floor of the helicopter. Her shoulder hit hard, but the move she used to send stuntmen flying over her shoulder in movies worked. The man flew over her body, bounced on the floor, and fell out the door.
Skye cast one last look at Trent as the other man screamed at the pilot to get them out of here. Time seemed to pass in slow motion. Trent ran at full speed, one foot stepped up onto the padded seat of a wrought iron chair, the other foot landing hard on top of the wrought iron outdoor dining table, and then Trent was flying.
His arms were pinwheeling in the air but then Skye lost sight of him. “Trent!”
Arms were around her again. The man was cursing at her to hold still or he’d hurt her. But then the helicopter dipped slightly. The pilot readjusted but her time was over. They were rising to more than twenty feet in the air and her arms were pinned. The knitting needle was useless as she struggled to free herself.
Skye looked out the open door as they began to climb higher in the air. She heard shouts from below, but it was the small slapping sound of a hand on metal that drew her attention. Fingers appeared at the floor by the door. Then another set of fingers. And then there was Trent pulling himself up to standing on the landing rail before stepping into the helicopter.
Rage and relief filled his face and Skye caught her second wind. She’d never stop fighting to get to Trent. Never.
“Trent!” Skye yelled as she used her very limited range of motion to toss the knitting needle toward him.
“What the hell?” the man holding her muttered, but her eyes were on the knitting needle that had dropped about a foot in front of her. She pushed out with her foot and sent it rolling.
Trent bent down and scooped it up.
“Let her go.” Trent’s words were made of ice as he stalked forward in the small confines of the helicopter. His shoulders were hunched over, just as Skye and her kidnapper were, but it didn’t stop his menacing, deadly prowl.
“This isn’t how it’s supposed to go!” the man shouted as he glanced around.
“Let her go, or I’ll kill you with a knitting needle,” Trent threatened as the man dragged Skye back against the far wall of the military-like helicopter.
“We’re supposed to take her!” the pilot yelled back at them. That seemed to make up his mind that he was going to fight.
Skye felt herself being shoved to the side. Her shoulder slammed into the side of the helicopter as she tripped over the small utility bench. Trent was already moving as he held the knitting needle as if it were a knife. Trent blocked a punch and jabbed the needle into the man’s upper arm. The man screamed in pain and Trent followed up with a powerful punch to the man’s