Chapter Ten
“What’s going on?” Lacie asked.
When fingers had brushed the apple of her cheek, she had known immediately that they didn’t belong to Ryder. She’d heard the door and assumed Ryder was returning to her side, so she hadn’t bothered to open her eyes and disturb the slumber that was tempting her. This man felt different, smelled different, was different.
“Everything’s under control,” Elijah purred from beside her.
“Elijah,” she said, trying to sit up. He clasped her shoulders and pressured her down to keep her on her back.
When she gave up her fight against his insistence, he began to stroke her hair. “I have everything under control. The chopper’s on the way and we’ll get you to a facility—”
“There’s nothing wrong with me,” Lacie said. Panic grew and merged with annoyance un
