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turned to indigo, leaving her in almost complete blackness.
Muscles cramped from being locked in position for so long. A dull tension headache throbbed in her temples.
Claustrophobia intensified as the darkness enveloped her. She closed her eyes to help stave off the panic. Focusing on breathing slowly, Bryn tried to imagine she was at home, in a room where the power had gone off. Nothing to be scared of, it was only the dark. She hadn't been scared of the dark since she was a toddler. But she'd never dreamed of being in a place like this...
No. Don't go there. Focus.
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Her ears strained for any sound that might tell her what was going on.
A muffled crack broke the stillness. Her eyes flew open.
She held her breath, pulse spiking.
Three cracks, louder this time and in rapid succession.
Gunshots. Friend or foe? Her chilly fingers tightened around the pistol grip. Shouts came, faint in the desert air. She couldn't tell whether the words were English or Arabic. What if Dec and Spencer were hurt or killed and no one came back for her? The panic she'd held at bay took hold. Her breath came in and out in quick pants.
More gunfire rattled. Were Dec and Spencer all right? Dec had ordered her to stay put, and she would, because she didn't want to put them in any more danger by distracting them. But they were used to operating with the entire team, and now they were out there by themselves. Would they be okay? Yeah, they were SEALs, but they were mortal. Her eyes fell on Spence's medical pack near the cave entrance. She crept over and picked it up, waiting there in case they needed her. Her eyes scanned through the darkness, every sense on alert.
A flash of movement in the distance grabbed her attention.
There. Moonlight glinting on his blond hair, Spencer darted out into the open, sprinting toward her and the cave. Muscles tensed, she prepared to run, waiting for his signal. All of a sudden he arched backward and threw his arms up, crying out as he fell.
No!
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Bryn watched, numb with horror as he tried to drag himself toward her. Even from where she stood she could hear him cursing, his grunts of pain. He rose up on an elbow and lifted his rifle, swinging around to fire off a few rounds, then fell back down and dragged himself a few more feet. He collapsed, breathing in sharp, quick pants.
Where the hell was Dec? Spencer needed help, fast. He was a sitting duck lying out there all alone.
Agonizing seconds ticked by. His primitive growls made the hair on her arms stand up, feral and muffled, like he was doing everything possible to keep from screaming. And still no sign of Dec or any of the other SEALs.
It was up to her to help him. No one else was around. She gathered her courage and her strength, eyes riveted on Spencer's helpless form just a few yards away. Drawing a deep breath, she dropped her pistol and took off as fast as she could, intent only on getting Spencer out of harm's way.
He twisted up when he heard her, his rifle aimed right at her heart, then froze, his pained grimace giving way to shock and fury. "No!" he shouted. "Get back, Bryn!"
She ignored him and kept coming, falling to her knees when more gunshots shattered the air. The bullets pinged off the rocks behind her, where she'd been standing a second before. She scrambled to his side, saw the dark jets of blood pumping between his fingers from his thigh in rhythmic spurts, pooling on the sand around him.
"God," she breathed, falling on her knees. "Tell me what to do," she demanded, ripping off her jacket to shove it against the wound. He cried out in agony, body arching up. "Sorry,"
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she quavered, hands unsteady as she applied pressure using her body weight. The jagged end of his broken thighbone met her fingers. Her stomach rolled.
"Get back," he gasped. "Dec's coming. I'm okay."
"Shut up and tell me!" She was terrified someone
Muscles cramped from being locked in position for so long. A dull tension headache throbbed in her temples.
Claustrophobia intensified as the darkness enveloped her. She closed her eyes to help stave off the panic. Focusing on breathing slowly, Bryn tried to imagine she was at home, in a room where the power had gone off. Nothing to be scared of, it was only the dark. She hadn't been scared of the dark since she was a toddler. But she'd never dreamed of being in a place like this...
No. Don't go there. Focus.
73
Cover of Darkness
by Kaylea Cross
Her ears strained for any sound that might tell her what was going on.
A muffled crack broke the stillness. Her eyes flew open.
She held her breath, pulse spiking.
Three cracks, louder this time and in rapid succession.
Gunshots. Friend or foe? Her chilly fingers tightened around the pistol grip. Shouts came, faint in the desert air. She couldn't tell whether the words were English or Arabic. What if Dec and Spencer were hurt or killed and no one came back for her? The panic she'd held at bay took hold. Her breath came in and out in quick pants.
More gunfire rattled. Were Dec and Spencer all right? Dec had ordered her to stay put, and she would, because she didn't want to put them in any more danger by distracting them. But they were used to operating with the entire team, and now they were out there by themselves. Would they be okay? Yeah, they were SEALs, but they were mortal. Her eyes fell on Spence's medical pack near the cave entrance. She crept over and picked it up, waiting there in case they needed her. Her eyes scanned through the darkness, every sense on alert.
A flash of movement in the distance grabbed her attention.
There. Moonlight glinting on his blond hair, Spencer darted out into the open, sprinting toward her and the cave. Muscles tensed, she prepared to run, waiting for his signal. All of a sudden he arched backward and threw his arms up, crying out as he fell.
No!
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Cover of Darkness
by Kaylea Cross
Bryn watched, numb with horror as he tried to drag himself toward her. Even from where she stood she could hear him cursing, his grunts of pain. He rose up on an elbow and lifted his rifle, swinging around to fire off a few rounds, then fell back down and dragged himself a few more feet. He collapsed, breathing in sharp, quick pants.
Where the hell was Dec? Spencer needed help, fast. He was a sitting duck lying out there all alone.
Agonizing seconds ticked by. His primitive growls made the hair on her arms stand up, feral and muffled, like he was doing everything possible to keep from screaming. And still no sign of Dec or any of the other SEALs.
It was up to her to help him. No one else was around. She gathered her courage and her strength, eyes riveted on Spencer's helpless form just a few yards away. Drawing a deep breath, she dropped her pistol and took off as fast as she could, intent only on getting Spencer out of harm's way.
He twisted up when he heard her, his rifle aimed right at her heart, then froze, his pained grimace giving way to shock and fury. "No!" he shouted. "Get back, Bryn!"
She ignored him and kept coming, falling to her knees when more gunshots shattered the air. The bullets pinged off the rocks behind her, where she'd been standing a second before. She scrambled to his side, saw the dark jets of blood pumping between his fingers from his thigh in rhythmic spurts, pooling on the sand around him.
"God," she breathed, falling on her knees. "Tell me what to do," she demanded, ripping off her jacket to shove it against the wound. He cried out in agony, body arching up. "Sorry,"
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Cover of Darkness
by Kaylea Cross
she quavered, hands unsteady as she applied pressure using her body weight. The jagged end of his broken thighbone met her fingers. Her stomach rolled.
"Get back," he gasped. "Dec's coming. I'm okay."
"Shut up and tell me!" She was terrified someone
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