She shook her head. “No. If he really was in charge of this, someone would tell him I wasn’t there. If you go in, I go in.”
He swallowed bile. “Marie, I can’t protect you in there.”
“I know.” She looked into his eyes and he felt her probing. He let some of the less terrifying images of the pen leak through his inner shields, letting her sense a fraction of what lay ahead. He watched as the color drained from her sculpted face.
With a nod, Marie drew her gun and checked the ammunition. She pulled an extra clip out of her purse and put it in her pocket before returning the gun to wherever she had the holster hidden. Her hands were steady, no trembling.
Kevin took a deep breath and closed his eyes, forcing his spirit to calm. He could do this. He didn’t want to do this. Dana was in the pe
