Safe At Hawk's Landing

She pushed at the sheets and grabbed the bed rail with her free hand. “I...can’t see,” she whispered between choked breaths. “I can’t see you. I can’t see anything.”

Lucas’s pulse clamored. “You mean you can’t see the shooter? You were in the studio, weren’t you? Or did you and the girls hide?”

“No... I was there,” she cried, her chest heaving. “They stormed in and took them. I tried to save them, but the big one shot me and hit me in the head.”

She jerked her hand from his and pressed it to her temple. She winced when she discovered the bandage. Her forehead was bruised and discolored, a knot at her hairline, and she had five stitches.

He leaned over the bed and stroked her arm. “Charlotte, it’s okay, I know it was terrifying and you wanted to save your students. Just tell me what you saw and we can still save them.”

A sob escaped her, painful and heartbreaking. “I couldn’t stop them. I tried to.”

“Shh, I know you did. I saw the studio, bullets were everywhere.”

She grabbed his arm and pulled him closer, then stared up at him with terror-glazed eyes. “I did try, but I failed and they’re gone.”

“I’m sorry, that’s why I’m here. I need your help, though.”

“But I can’t see,” she cried again. “I can’t see anything.”

“You mean you didn’t get a good look at the men?”

She shook her head wildly. “No, I mean my vision is gone. I can’t see you or anything in the room.”

A cold chill swept over him. She’d suffered a head injury. The doctor hadn’t mentioned anything about her eyes, but it was possible...

“I’ll get help.” He rushed from the room and spotted the nurse. “Get the doctor. Now.”

His commanding tone made the woman’s eyes widen, then she raced to the nurses station. A second later, a page sounded over the intercom, then she hurried back toward him. He met her in the doorway.

Her disapproving look speared him. “I told you not to upset her.”

“It wasn’t me,” Lucas said between gritted teeth. “She says she lost her vision.”

Alarm flashed on the nurse’s face, and she rushed into the room. Charlotte was lying so still that it sent a bolt of fear through him.

The nurse gently touched Charlotte’s arm. “It’s Haley, your nurse, Ms. Reacher. The doctor is on his way.”

Charlotte turned her head toward the nurse, but the glazed expression in her eyes remained.

Then silent tears began to slide down her cheeks.

* * *

THE VAN THE men had put them in bounced over the ruts in the road and threw Evie against the side of the interior.

She bit back a groan of pain, blinked to stem the dizziness then wrestled with the zip ties around her wrists, but they wouldn’t budge. Hands bound behind their backs, Adrian and Agnes were curled together in the dark corner. Agnes was sobbing while Adrian talked in low whispers to comfort her. Mae Lynn was lying on her side, her eyes glazed in shock.

When those nasty men had thrown them in the van, Mae Lynn had been screaming. One of them had jammed a gun in her face and threatened to kill her. Mae Lynn had gone quiet and hadn’t moved or spoken since.

Terror gripped Evie’s chest in a vise, squeezing her lungs. Ms. Charlotte had been shot. Was she dead?

Tears crowded her throat. No... She couldn’t be. Ms. Charlotte was the only person in the world who cared about them. She helped Evie see that she might have a future. That bright colors and light existed. That she could paint beautiful pictures and express herself through art.

And that she was beautiful even though no family had wanted her as their child.

Agnes’s sobs bounced off the dark walls of the van, drawing Evie back to the situation. She had to stay tough. Do something to get them out of here.

But what?

There were four men, and they were all huge. She barely weighed ninety pounds.

And they had guns.

If she could grab one of those guns, she might be able to force them to release her and the others.

She knew how to shoot. That, she’d learned early on.

Everyone thought she was a weakling. But they were wrong.

She’d survived one foster home after another because she studied people. She didn’t know what these men wanted with them, but she had an idea.

A shudder coursed through her, and she squashed the thought.

She’d wait for the right moment, then she’d grab one of their guns. No one knew it, but she’d shot a man once. Foster daddy number five.

She’d had to, or be his bitch. That’s what he’d called it when he took the other fosters to bed.

She wasn’t going to be anybody’s bitch. She’d kill whoever tried to make her into one just like she’d shot that bastard, foster five.

Chapter Three (#u879bc957-ee39-5475-897c-9277cac85550)

Lucas gritted his teeth as the nurse shoved him from the hospital room into the hallway. A doctor rushed in, and the nurse joined him, leaving Lucas watching through the small window in the door.

The nurse took Charlotte’s vitals while the doctor shined a light in Charlotte’s eyes. Silent sobs wracked the petite woman’s body, her fear palpable.

Was it possible the only witness to this damn trafficking had been blinded in the attack?

“Lucas?”

His brother’s voice dragged him from his somber thoughts.

“What happened? Is she all right?”

“I don’t know.” Lucas exhaled sharply. “She just woke up from surgery.”

“Have you talked to her?”

“I was trying to, but she got upset and the nurse made me leave.”