Hot Revenge Box Set 2

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She wails, straining against me, but at least now she’s warm. She’s lost that deadly chill, the clamminess to her flesh she had when we first found her.

And I think hope has eased the pain for her. She still screams as her body spasms, but now she sounds more like ‘my Charlotte’. The screams are of defiance and determination, not of hopelessness and fear.

And she’s mad…

Angry as hell…

I sit, leaning back against the wall, Charlotte cradled in my arms. She, lying between my knees, is supported against my chest. Her rib cage pressed to mine, her heartbeat thumps through me. And the breath in her saturated lungs rattles as she breathes.

When it really comes down to it, what can I do to help her? Other than keep her warm? Help her feel safe? While she gets on with doing what women have done as long as there have been women; delivering our children.

She relaxes back against me, panting as her most recent contraction eases.

I curve around, kiss her cheek. “How do you feel now?”

Klempner glances back.

She struggles to turn, head twisting round as far as she can towards mine. “Feel?” she screeches. “How the fuck do you think I feel? It’s like someone's trying to scoop out my fucking vagina with a fucking soup ladle!”

Klempner chuckles and turns away. “That’s my girl.”

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Klempner stirs. “Michael, time's up.” He jerks his chin up to where the indicator on the camera is blinking red.

Crap…

“Got my hands full here. You're just going to have to hold them off.”

“Wonderful.” He leans cautiously out, then yanks back as from outside, the sound of a shot ricochets along the corridor.

He exchanges glances with Charlotte. “Jenny, this is a good time to keep doing what you’re doing.”

her in my arms, whisper close by her. “Babe, push. Push as hard as

“I am fucking pushing…”

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Richard

clinic, Elizabeth receives the red-carpet treatment. And the doctor is comforting in his brisk efficiency, taking away the

concern, Mr Haswell, but be assured, your wife is in the best possible hands. We will try first to control the contractions; to see if we can halt

“But what…?”

more comfortable for the baby. But…” He brandishes a forefinger… “If that proves impossible, the baby still has a very good chance indeed. Babies born preterm at this age have

Elizabeth…

gown and slippers, Elizabeth sits in an armchair,

Nifedipine should reduce the contractions. If we’re lucky, it will stop them altogether. In any case, drink plenty of

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James

painfully, I

parking lot: half-occupied at one end with trucks and wagons camping overnight; the other end with cars and a couple of skinny cats squabbling over something they’re trying to

facility for shoppers and visitors to the local restaurants, bowling alley and cinemas. It could use a little maintenance on a couple

the distant rumble of traffic, my footsteps echo into the gloom.

Are you cold, Jade-Eyes?

They’re coming for you…

And Cara…

I’m buying them time to get

think I’ve found it; a slip of

sell your car? We

screw it up, tossing it away. Then I scan the rank;

through them, looking

lose count. twenty, thirty, forty of the friggin’

combining forces with the bruises at knee and hip and I

comes

… I’m not alone.

back turned, they’re all around, encircling