quietly. Going on instinct he leaned in and pressed a kiss to her lips, quick and hard. “Out the door, to the left, and keep moving until I say otherwise or you reach my bike.” His new bike that he’d be very pissed if it, too, got destroyed. Stepping back, he pulled her shoes from his pockets and handed them to her. “Put them on before you get too far.”
Bethany nodded and accepted the shoes. She licked her lips and looked up to him. “Be sure you are following close behind me,” she muttered. “Because what’s been started, well I don’t think that I’m going to let you end it,” she admitted to him and when he nodded to her she raced out the door and to the left, keeping low and hugging the walls as she ran.
Smacking a piece of a chair up the hall he made noise and knew whoever was there was trying to decide who to go after. Picking up another chunk he tossed it so it skidded and banged against more debris. The shadow moved fast and, as much as Z wanted to go and end it all right then and there, he headed silently for the door. Jogging, he caught sight of Bethany once and sped up, occasionally throwing a look over his shoulder.
Catching up with her was easy. She ran like such a girl. Wrapping his arm around her waist he scooped her up. “Hey, it’s me,” he said when she shrieked. “Calm, Beth, slow your breathing and take a deep one,” he advised, setting her on her feet once more, but didn’t let her go. She really didn’t look overly steady right then.
Her hands were braced on his chest and she nodded, focusing on his eyes so that she could try to calm herself. His chocolate-brown eyes seemed to be deeper than the ocean and caught her in their trap quickly. “Okay. I’m calm,” she whispered and leaned into him. When his arms closed around her, she wrapped her arms around his middle and hugged him. “Thank you,” she breathed. “We should call the officers to go up there. I hope that he didn’t kill Detective Crumbs. He seemed like a good man.” One who liked to touch, but a good man all the same.
Nodding, Z dug out his phone and called Quincy. “Q, I need you to get extra cops over to Bethany’s residence. Someone was there, hunting,” he told him. “Ensure there’s a couple of ambulances, too. Let them know the guy is armed and very dangerous, no description unfortunately,” he said with a sigh. “I was a little more focused on getting her out alive and not so much on stopping him.” Though he should have been. Why he hadn’t been he’d puzzle later. “What?” He frowned. “Yeah, she’s fine, shaken, stressed, but fine. She’s right here,” he said and listened for a moment. “Maybe, but they didn’t do so good the first time. It’ll be her choice.” Growling softly, he pushed the Wolf down. “Just get the cops and EMTs there. I’ll be in contact later.” Hanging up, he pocketed the phone and looked down at her. “We should keep moving, no need to attract more attention than we are.”
Bethany nodded and walked along at his side for several long minutes. Finally, however, she stopped and looked at him. “What will be my choice?” she stated bluntly. “Talk to me, Zaidu. What do you mean?” she asked quietly. “I’m more than a little confused here. I know what’s happening in my life.” Boy howdy, did she! “But what has to be my choice?”
“Whether you request our assistance in protecting you or if you choose to return to police protection and the WITSEC program,” he told her. “If you choose to have the police protect you we won’t be responding to any further calls that could be in relation to you. You will need to rely fully on them and not on us in any way. If you choose to request we protect you, you will be living by our rules, minimal questions asked and we will ensure your safety at all hours for as long as it takes to ensure your brother is permanently detained.”
“Oh.” Well that wasn’t what she had been expecting, to be
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