Jacques grasped the steering column and gave a wrench, exerting strength so that it bent away from her, giving her more room to breathe. “The ghoul will not reach the vampire. Mikhail has risen and he will stop the puppet from reaching his master.” There was complete confidence in Jacques’s soft voice. “Your lifemate must be on his way, perhaps already close to us. All heard his warning, although he is not known to us.” It was a statement, but Sara heard the question in his words.
She watched his hands push the crumbling wreckage from around her legs so that she could move. The relief was so tremendous she could feel tears gathering in her eyes. Sara turned her head away from the probing gaze of the stranger. At once warmth flooded her mind.
I am with you, Sara. I feel your injuries and your fear for the children, but this man would not lie to you. He is the brother of the Prince. I have heard of him, a man who has endured much pain and hardship, who was buried alive by fanatics. Mikhail will not fail to rescue the children.
You go; don’t worry about me. You make certain the children are safe!
She didn’t know the Prince. She knew Falcon and she trusted him. If the children could be snatched away from the vampire, he would be the one to do it. And he was closer now, she was certain of it. His presence was much stronger and it took little effort to communicate with him.
“I am going to help you out of there,” Jacques warned.
Sara had desperately wanted to be free of the wreckage of her truck, but now, faced with the prospect of actually moving, it didn’t seem the best of ideas. “I think I’ll just sit here for the rest of my life, if you don’t mind,” she said.
To her shock, Jacques smiled at her, a flash of white teeth that lit his ravaged eyes. It was the last thing she’d expected of him, and she found herself smiling back. “You do not frighten very easily, do you?” he asked softly. He gave no sign that the light of day hurt his eyes, but she could see they were red and streaming. He endured it stoically.
Sara lifted a trembling hand to eye level and watched it shake. They both laughed softly together. “I’m Sara Marten. Thanks for coming to my rescue.”
“We could do no other, with your lifemate filling the skies with his declaration.” The white teeth flashed again, this time reminding her of a wolf. “I am Jacques Dubrinsky; Shea is my lifemate.”
Sara knew he was watching her closely to see what effect his words had on her. She knew Falcon was watching Jacques through her eyes, catching every nuance, sizing up the other man. And Jacques Dubrinsky was well aware of it, too.
“I am going to lift you out of there, Sara,” he said gently. “Let me do the work. I have never dropped Shea, so you do not need to worry,” he teased.
Sara turned her head to look at the other woman. She lifted an eyebrow. “I don’t think that’s much of a reassurance. She’s much smaller than I am.”
Shea grinned at her, a quick, engaging smile that lit her entire face. “Oh, I think he’s up to the task, Sara.”
Jacques didn’t give her any more time to think about it. He lifted her out of the wreckage and carried her easily to a flat spot in the high grass, where his lifemate bent over her solicitously. The movement took Sara’s breath away, sent pain slicing through her body. Shea carefully brushed glass from Sara’s hair and clothing. “You have to expect to be a bit shaky. Tell your lifemate we are going to take you to Mikhail’s house. You will be safe there, and Raven and I can look after you while Jacques joins the men in the hunt for these lost children.”
I want the male to stay near you while I am away.
Sara heard the underlying irony in Falcon’s voice and she laughed softly. The thought of any male near Sara was disconcerting to him, but he needed to know she was safe.