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Chapter 60 ~ Rage

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Chapter 60

Bard placed a hand over my mouth and pulled my head forward. His lips pressed against my ear, and in a voice that was more breath than words, he murmured, "He's bluffing."

I nodded, the motion far too jerky. Parts of my body I didn't even know could tremble, did, and I stared wide eyed in the direction Drake's voice had come from.

"Jessie!" His boots crunched the dead leaves. He was directly below us, circling. "You fucked up real, real bad, sweetheart!"

I jolted, and not even Bard's presence helped to calm me. I fought to breathe, but once again, it felt empty.

He's going to find me. He's going to torture me. It will be worst. He'll know about Bard.

I looked at the man I'd given my heart to.

His face was stone, but his eyes didn't cut. There was a wild glint to them. Wide and glassy. They spoke of murder. It was how I'd seen him the first night at the bar. No fear of death. Just rage and memories and a lust for vengeance.

"Hiding isn't helping you. It's fucking cold, Jessie. We both know I'm going to find you, so you might as well come out." Drake's voice drifted as he continued to walk the area. "The longer we play this game, the worst it's gonna be."

I doubled in on myself and shook my head. He's right. He's going to find me. I thought of all the things that awaited, and his threatening words almost made me give in. If it wasn't for Bard, I'd have already given up.

I can save him.

I cut my eyes back over again. Drake wasn't after Bard. If I could just give myself up, maybe he could get away, and...

Bard must have seen something in my expression, because his jaw clenched even harder, and his hand cupped my head. He didn't speak, but he didn't need to. Those eyes cut down to my bones and said what words never could. He'd protect me. We were in this together, and there was no way he'd leave me to deal with this alone.

"You two! Go left! Try not to get fucking lost!"

I jerked, and Bard's grip tightened.

"Sam, take John and go right. Me and Fred will keep on straight. We are not leaving these fucking mountains until we find her, so try not to be fucking useless for once in your miserable fucking lives!"

Bard tilted over and peeked through the opening.

Their voices drifted further and further, until they finally diminished completely.

I sat frozen as his hawk eyes scanned the ground below, jaw tensed, muscles coiled.

When it was clear they'd moved on, he turned back to me. "They're gone, now. I want you to stay here."

"What?" I gaped at him. "Where are you going?"

Bard lifted me with him, half crawled across the floor, then dropped me down onto the mattress. "I'm going after them." He turned back and searched for something. "I'm gonna kill that mother fucker, once and for all." His voice was still low, but the venom behind it made it sound like a shout.

I reached out and gripped his shirt. "You're drunk."

Bard held firm, his face contorted in a mask of barely suppressed rage. "He was right there," he hissed. "Right there, and my stupid fucking ass was too drunk to do anything!" He looked away, his jaw clenching. "He's out there." He slung a hand out. "Walking around on my father's land. My land." He beat a fist to his chest. "My land! Threatening my woman!"