She really wished she'd told him she loved him.
Chapter Thirty-three
She believes she's going to die. Her eyes met Court's, her expression telling him so. His hand eased back to his pistol, but the Rechazado shoved the barrel harder against her, a move that ripped the breath from Court's lungs.
He put his hands out in front of him. "Take me instead," he bit out.
Llorente said, "Me for her."
The man ran the barrel down her cheek. "We'll return for you both later."
Think, God damn it, think!
Where the hell was Ethan, where was Hugh? From where he stood, the gunman couldn't see Hugh in the next room. Hugh could take him out - he'd been trained to kill so quickly.... "Hugh," he rasped in Gaelic, "kill him. By Christ, please do this. Please..."
He sensed his brother silently backing away.
The one with Anna opened the second door for another, who pointed his pistol at Olivia and indicated she should follow. She finally advanced toward him, but said over her shoulder, "It was still worth it, Llorente."
Both Rechazados backed down the steps, Anna stumbling in one's arms down the wet stairs, blinking from the rain but never taking her eyes from Court's. As if to gain courage.
"Doona fight him, Anna." He didn't know if she could understand the strangled words.
The fury was choking him, turning everything he saw black.
If the Rechazados got away, Court would find Annalía dead, discarded at the outskirts of the city.
"God damn it, Anna," he grated. "Just stay alive. Just hold on - "
A blast from the second floor. The man's head burst from one side. He tightened his arm in death around Anna as he collapsed.
The other whipped his pistol up at Hugh, but both Court and Hugh had already fired. He slumped to his knees, then onto what was left of his face.
Court knew he'd never forget what he saw for the rest of his life. Anna crawling from the body, eyes blank, lips parted. A bellow of rage roared from him as he ran for her, unable to get to her before her hands slipped from under her in the blood and carnage from both men and the cold rain pooling on the street. The low cries she made...
He slid down next to her, dropping the gun to snatch her into his arms, clutching her to him, his fingers tracing and retracing her temple, scarcely believing. "Anna?" He clasped her head to pull her to his chest.
She nodded faintly against him.
How long they stayed like this he didn't know, but Hugh had come from his vantage, and he and Ethan were outside, scanning for more.
Llorente was trying to take Anna from him. Court swung out blindly and connected hard with his face. Something broke beneath the blow.
Hugh took Court's shoulder. But he couldn't move.
"You doona want her to live through that, then die from chill," Hugh said.
The words made perfect sense.
"Come in, Court," Ethan ordered.
Only when she shuddered was he able to command his body to move. He drew her into him too hard and rose.
Once inside, in the bright light, when he saw the blood all over her, things became very clear. "Ethan?"
"They're taken care of, Court. Doona think on it."
Court swung his gaze to Hugh.
"Retribution?" Hugh asked.
"A thousand times."
"I'll ride with you."
Court shook his head. "I already owe you more than my life."
"We leave at dawn," Hugh said, ignoring the last.
Erskine called down in a high, panicked voice that a bath was waiting.
Court vaguely heard Llorente speaking. Not her husband. Must let her go. Can't care for her.
He faced Llorente, felt his teeth bared, heard the other woman snap, "Don't be stupid, Llorente! He won't hurt her."
Court had started for the stairs when Anna finally spoke, "I'll be fine. I am usually stronger during these things." Her voice was faltering, her words sounding hollow.
During these things. If she'd died, he would have meted out death and torment as they'd never known.
"Why is everyone acting so strangely?" Anna asked.
Olivia said, "Everyone is acting strangely because your pupils are the size of tea saucers, you're covered in blood, and you have gun oil smeared on your temple. You're also deep in shock."
"Oh," she answered in a small voice. "Courtland, put me down, or I'll become embarrassed. You've never reacted like this before."
Before.
Llorente yelled something from below, apparently restrained by Hugh. Monster, brutal, killer, blamed. The last thing Court heard was Hugh telling him, "You're lucky Court didn't snap your neck out there." Llorente was. The impulse had been there.
In her room, he set her on the foot of the bed, helping her sit up as he undressed her. He'd done this a hundred times, yet he could scarcely get the first button undone. He ripped at her dress - surprising how easily the fabric parted - until he'd stripped her. Lifting her in his arms, he set her in the bath, then knelt beside her.
Cupping warm water over her shoulders, he asked, "Anna, are you all right?" He didn't recognize his own voice.
"Of course." She was looking straight ahead. Her eyes wouldn't adjust. So bright in this room, and her pupils wouldn't recede. When he determined she could sit up by herself, he rushed to the lamp to turn it down, then strode back beside her.
He took a cloth and brushed at the blood on her face and neck, scrubbed her wee hands. "There's a good lass," he bit out as he washed her hair. The oil at her temple didn't want to come clean, and he couldn't rub much harder.
She would already have a bruise from the barrel. He shuddered violently.
"Courtland? You must try to be patient with Aleix." Her voice sounded confused. "He is not like my fierce Scot. The fighting is new to him, and he thinks he'll lose me as he lost Mariette and the little baby girl. I am his last family."
"Mo cridhe, you know I will do anythin' you ask of me." He put his forehead against her shoulder.
"I do know that," she said softly.
He felt her relaxing, then tensing as she fought sleep, so he rinsed her hair and body, then placed her on her feet to dry her. A cursory glance around the room revealed a nightgown and some of Court's clothes laid out for them. He dressed her in the gown before bundling her in the bed under several blankets.
The sight of his clean clothes reminded him that he had blood on himself as well. Fearing she'd be alarmed later, he stripped and rinsed with the remaining buckets of water. He swiftly dressed then pulled a chair over so he could sit beside her.
"I don't know why I'm so sleepy." She reached out her hand for his. "I've been so tired lately." He took it, put his elbows on his knees, and leaned forward to press his face down against her palm. When she slept, he didn't let it go.
Llorente walked in shortly after. Court glanced up without interest, vaguely noticing he'd broken at least Llorente's nose.
"I want to see my sister." His voice was thick, from either emotion or injuries.
Hugh came striding in directly after him, most likely to protect Llorente.
"Hugh, relax, I will no' hurt him any longer," he said, but he eyed Llorente crossing to the other side of the bed to study her face.
Apparently assured, Hugh said, "We need to plan. Ethan wants to speak with you. I can stay with her."
"Tell him to come here. I'll no' leave her." Court noted his hand had tightened on hers.
"He's with Olivia."
"Bring her as well, then, but I'm no' leaving."
Hugh glanced at Anna. "We will no' disturb her?"
"No, she will no' wake."
When Hugh left the room, Llorente said, "And you would know that because you've been sleeping with her?"
"Aye." He defied Llorente to say something about it now.
The look in his eyes must have dissuaded Llorente from that subject, becaused he asked, "Are you certain she wasn't injured?"
"She's bruised. She's in shock. No more."
Hugh and Ethan returned with a table and chairs, Olivia following. Erskine brought the coffee service and then exited without a word.
Court reluctantly relinquished Anna's hand and tucked it under the blanket. After he tugged the cover higher to her chin, he strode over to sit.
Llorente pulled a chair, uninvited, to the table, studying them. He would have to be wondering how Hugh could shoot like that, would have to be wondering about Ethan's lethal demeanor and how he'd received his twisting scar. Though Court knew Llorente was baffled by all this as well as Court and Anna's relationship, he wisely asked nothing.