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.It was now or never.Resolutely, she opened the trunk, took out the tire iron, and made her way toward the building, hoping,praying, that there had only been three men inside.He was drifting in a black fog, hovering on the brink of unconsciousness, when he heard Lainey's voicecalling his name.Ah, Lainey, he thought groggily.If only you were really here.He winced as someone removed the needle from his arm."Micah! Micah, please, wake up!""Lainey?" Slowly, he opened his eyes to see a blurred shape hovering over him."Micah! We've got to get you out of here." She was unfastening the metal cuffs that bound his hands andfeet as she spoke."Can you sit up?""Don't& know.""I'll help you," Lainey said, slipping her arm under his shoulders."Come on, we've got to go."Page 86 Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlMicah sat up, then slid his legs over the side of the table.The room tilted crazily, and he stumbled againstLainey, who grabbed him and held on tight."Are you okay?" she asked, staggering under his weight."No.They& " He rested his head on her shoulder and closed his eyes."Needle& drugged me& ""Well, hang on, we've got to get out of here before the other two come back."And before the red-haired man in the other room regained consciousness.She wasn't normally given toviolence, and hitting the man over the head with a tire iron while his back was turned hadn't been easy.Atthe time, she'd worried about hitting him too hard; now, seeing what they had done to Micah, she wishedshe had hit the man harder.It was all she could do to get Micah out of the building.He was so weak, he had to stop several timeson the short walk to her car.Once, he dropped to his knees and began to retch violently.Helpless, Lainey could only stand there, watching, her gaze darting constantly toward the street, alwaysafraid the other two men would return, or that someone would pass by and call the police.That was allshe needed, she thought wryly, wondering how she'd explain a naked man who was obviously under theinfluence of drugs.She was a bundle of nerves by the time she managed to get Micah safely inside the car.Removing hercoat, she draped it over his shivering form, threw the car in drive, and got the hell out of there.Micah was unconscious when they reached home.Parking the car in the garage, she hurried into thehouse, threw several changes of clothes for the two of them into a bag, grabbed her toothbrush, a coupleof pillows, her laptop computer, some sheets and blankets.She checked her first-aid kit to be sure it wasfully supplied, then ran back out to the car.Micah was as she had left him, his head propped against the door, his eyes closed.His naturally darkskin seemed pale, the blue aura darker than usual."Lainey?""I'm here.""Transmitter& must get& transmitter."With a sigh of exasperation, she ran back into the house, fished the little black box out from under thesofa, and hurried back to the car.She was praying earnestly as she started the engine and pulled out of the driveway, praying for help,praying that Micah would be all right, wondering where they would be safe.She drove slowly down the darkened streets, the same prayer repeating itself in her heart.Help me,please help me.Please don't let him die.I don't know what to do.I don't know where to go.And then it came to her, as loud and clear as if a voice had spoken to her mind.Page 87 Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlThe mountains.Take him to the cabin in Chadds Creek.Of course, she thought.Grandma St.John's cabin.It had been vacant for over five years, ever sinceGrandpa died.Her folks were always talking about going up there and restoring the place, but they'dnever done it.Murmuring a fervent prayer of thanks, she pulled onto the freeway and headed north, toward the smallmountain community of Chadds Creek.It was almost dawn when Lainey parked the car in the ramshackle garage behind the cabin.She hadmade one stop on the way up the mountain, stopping at a market to buy enough canned and dry food tolast for at least a month."Micah?" She shook his shoulder gently."Micah?"Slowly, his eyelids fluttered open."Lainey?" A faint smile touched his lips."Thought& I had& dreamedyou.""No, I'm here." She brushed her fingers across his cheek, noticing that his skin felt hot and dry."Transmitter& ?""I've got it.Come on, I want to get you into bed.""Don't think& I'd be& much good& right now."In spite of the seriousness of their situation, she burst out laughing."Micah! You made a joke.""Not& joking& ""Come on, you big lug, let's get you inside."Five years made for a lot of dust and cobwebs, Lainey thought as she swept the kitchen floor.Earlier,she had found a rat's nest, several small piles of bones, and assorted animal droppings.All were gonenow, picked up and scrubbed away.Micah was sleeping, tucked between clean sheets and the blankets from her bed at home.She hadchanged the bandage on his arm, realizing, as she did so, that they had deliberately cut into him, takinglittle bits and pieces to study, she guessed.The thought made her sick to her stomach.Thank God she'dgotten him out of there before they did any real damage, she thought, and then wondered if she had.Hehad a low fever, but didn't seem to be in any pain in spite of the raw place on his chest and the shallowincision on his arm.He was still dizzy, groggy, a little disoriented.He said he had been drugged.What ifthe drug had permanent adverse effects on him?She shook her head, refusing to think about the worst until it happened.For now, all that mattered wasthat Micah was there.Page 88 Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlIt took twelve hours for the drug they had given him to wear off.Micah slept most of that time.Lainey sat beside his bed, afraid to leave him alone for more than a fewminutes at a time in case he woke up and needed something.She touched him frequently, assuring herselfthat he was really there.His color was good.His fever was gone; the faint blue glow that had emanatedfrom his skin seemed almost nonexistent and that worried her because she didn't know if it was a goodsign or not.Once, he cried out as though he were in pain and she took his hand in hers and held it tightly.He quietedinstantly at her touch, and then he murmured her name.She wept then, tears of gratitude because he was alive, tears of despair because she was afraid of whatthe future held."Lainey?"Her head jerked up at the sound of his voice."Micah! 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.It was now or never.Resolutely, she opened the trunk, took out the tire iron, and made her way toward the building, hoping,praying, that there had only been three men inside.He was drifting in a black fog, hovering on the brink of unconsciousness, when he heard Lainey's voicecalling his name.Ah, Lainey, he thought groggily.If only you were really here.He winced as someone removed the needle from his arm."Micah! Micah, please, wake up!""Lainey?" Slowly, he opened his eyes to see a blurred shape hovering over him."Micah! We've got to get you out of here." She was unfastening the metal cuffs that bound his hands andfeet as she spoke."Can you sit up?""Don't& know.""I'll help you," Lainey said, slipping her arm under his shoulders."Come on, we've got to go."Page 86 Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlMicah sat up, then slid his legs over the side of the table.The room tilted crazily, and he stumbled againstLainey, who grabbed him and held on tight."Are you okay?" she asked, staggering under his weight."No.They& " He rested his head on her shoulder and closed his eyes."Needle& drugged me& ""Well, hang on, we've got to get out of here before the other two come back."And before the red-haired man in the other room regained consciousness.She wasn't normally given toviolence, and hitting the man over the head with a tire iron while his back was turned hadn't been easy.Atthe time, she'd worried about hitting him too hard; now, seeing what they had done to Micah, she wishedshe had hit the man harder.It was all she could do to get Micah out of the building.He was so weak, he had to stop several timeson the short walk to her car.Once, he dropped to his knees and began to retch violently.Helpless, Lainey could only stand there, watching, her gaze darting constantly toward the street, alwaysafraid the other two men would return, or that someone would pass by and call the police.That was allshe needed, she thought wryly, wondering how she'd explain a naked man who was obviously under theinfluence of drugs.She was a bundle of nerves by the time she managed to get Micah safely inside the car.Removing hercoat, she draped it over his shivering form, threw the car in drive, and got the hell out of there.Micah was unconscious when they reached home.Parking the car in the garage, she hurried into thehouse, threw several changes of clothes for the two of them into a bag, grabbed her toothbrush, a coupleof pillows, her laptop computer, some sheets and blankets.She checked her first-aid kit to be sure it wasfully supplied, then ran back out to the car.Micah was as she had left him, his head propped against the door, his eyes closed.His naturally darkskin seemed pale, the blue aura darker than usual."Lainey?""I'm here.""Transmitter& must get& transmitter."With a sigh of exasperation, she ran back into the house, fished the little black box out from under thesofa, and hurried back to the car.She was praying earnestly as she started the engine and pulled out of the driveway, praying for help,praying that Micah would be all right, wondering where they would be safe.She drove slowly down the darkened streets, the same prayer repeating itself in her heart.Help me,please help me.Please don't let him die.I don't know what to do.I don't know where to go.And then it came to her, as loud and clear as if a voice had spoken to her mind.Page 87 Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlThe mountains.Take him to the cabin in Chadds Creek.Of course, she thought.Grandma St.John's cabin.It had been vacant for over five years, ever sinceGrandpa died.Her folks were always talking about going up there and restoring the place, but they'dnever done it.Murmuring a fervent prayer of thanks, she pulled onto the freeway and headed north, toward the smallmountain community of Chadds Creek.It was almost dawn when Lainey parked the car in the ramshackle garage behind the cabin.She hadmade one stop on the way up the mountain, stopping at a market to buy enough canned and dry food tolast for at least a month."Micah?" She shook his shoulder gently."Micah?"Slowly, his eyelids fluttered open."Lainey?" A faint smile touched his lips."Thought& I had& dreamedyou.""No, I'm here." She brushed her fingers across his cheek, noticing that his skin felt hot and dry."Transmitter& ?""I've got it.Come on, I want to get you into bed.""Don't think& I'd be& much good& right now."In spite of the seriousness of their situation, she burst out laughing."Micah! You made a joke.""Not& joking& ""Come on, you big lug, let's get you inside."Five years made for a lot of dust and cobwebs, Lainey thought as she swept the kitchen floor.Earlier,she had found a rat's nest, several small piles of bones, and assorted animal droppings.All were gonenow, picked up and scrubbed away.Micah was sleeping, tucked between clean sheets and the blankets from her bed at home.She hadchanged the bandage on his arm, realizing, as she did so, that they had deliberately cut into him, takinglittle bits and pieces to study, she guessed.The thought made her sick to her stomach.Thank God she'dgotten him out of there before they did any real damage, she thought, and then wondered if she had.Hehad a low fever, but didn't seem to be in any pain in spite of the raw place on his chest and the shallowincision on his arm.He was still dizzy, groggy, a little disoriented.He said he had been drugged.What ifthe drug had permanent adverse effects on him?She shook her head, refusing to think about the worst until it happened.For now, all that mattered wasthat Micah was there.Page 88 Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlIt took twelve hours for the drug they had given him to wear off.Micah slept most of that time.Lainey sat beside his bed, afraid to leave him alone for more than a fewminutes at a time in case he woke up and needed something.She touched him frequently, assuring herselfthat he was really there.His color was good.His fever was gone; the faint blue glow that had emanatedfrom his skin seemed almost nonexistent and that worried her because she didn't know if it was a goodsign or not.Once, he cried out as though he were in pain and she took his hand in hers and held it tightly.He quietedinstantly at her touch, and then he murmured her name.She wept then, tears of gratitude because he was alive, tears of despair because she was afraid of whatthe future held."Lainey?"Her head jerked up at the sound of his voice."Micah! You're awake."He nodded groggily [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]