I could hear someone on my heels, but didn’t bother to turn and see who was there.
I just ran.
Through the rows of parked cars, eyes darting wildly around at the occasional burst of light from flickering fluorescent bulbs.
But she was nowhere.
I tore up the ramp to the second floor, the darkness blanketing my vision as my eyes struggled to adjust.
Finally, her name burst out of me.
“Blair!”
There was a terrifying moment of silence.
Then, “Nico?”
It was a choked, hopeful sound. And it was coming from somewhere near the cars.
“Go, we’ll scan the room,” Cesare said. “You’re right,” he said to, I imagine, Gavin.
I flew forward.
“Blair, where are you?” I called.
“Here.”
I flew between two cars and saw her arm and leg, trying to slide out from under the car.
“Lift your face a little. I’ll pull you out,” I said, tucking my gun away and reaching for her.
I did, carefully, not sure how hurt she was, where the blood I’d seen at the house had all come from.
She was on her belly when she came out, so I dropped down to try to help her lift up.
“Easy. Go slow. Where are you hurt?”
My only answer to that was a little cry that chipped at my heart.
“It’s okay. We’re going to get you some help. Just talk to me, okay?”
“My rib. And face. And head.”
“Okay. We’ll get those all checked out,” I assured her.
“It’s clear,” Cesare said at my side. “We’re going back out.”
I gave him a nod as I gently helped Blair to her feet.
When her legs immediately buckled just before she fainted right out.
“Okay, honey. It’s okay,” I murmured as I pulled her into my arms, even though she couldn’t hear me.
Holding her carefully to my chest, I walked out of the parking garage, past the rest of my family members still gathered around, and back to Leo’s car where I nestled Blair into the passenger seat, then got the hell out of there.
I could deal with the rest of the fallout later.
Right now, I had to take care of my woman.
