“He would have held Paige and me until you gave your vow, then saw to our deaths once you gave it,” Tariq stated, his voice heated and rough as he led the way through the corridor. “He’ll nt risk allowing you even a single ally if he can keep you here.
“Paige is an American citizen whose family is more than aware of where she is,” Abram growled. “He knows he can’t get away with that, just as he knows I would find a way to contact the American consulate, the Saudi royal offices, and any journalist willing to listen. ”
“And accidents happen in jails all the time, especially the detention cells the Matawa keep. When they did release her, Abram, you know the shape she would be in. ”
Paige didn’t want to imagine the shape she would be in. She’d heard enough about the Saudi prisons from Khalid as he recounted the horrors friends of his had suffered when being held by the Matawa.
“Doesn’t sound like my idea of a favored vacation activity,” she whispered, her voice trembling as she thought she felt a breeze and detected a touch of fresh air ahead.
“Yeah, well, you need to talk to your travel agent about that, baby,” Abram assured her somberly.
“Maybe demand a refund,” she whispered.
Yes, that was definitely fresh air.
Thank God. She hadn’t known if she could stand it much longer in that enclosed corridor with its dark, dank air and sense of forced enclosure.
The narrow slit of the opening in the cavern wall deposited them first onto a shallow pile of boulders that reached toward the roof of the rock ceiling overhead.
As though they had been tossed randomly at the wall and bounced to the floor around it. Still gripping her wrist, Abram pulled her through the brief stone maze into the main room of the large cave.
The nicker of a horse had her eyes turning to the exit and the group of men and horses awaiting them.
Three of the riders instantly jumped from their mounts, holding their reins loosely as an older rider dismounted and waved them toward the horses.
“My nephew sent the message that Azir’s guards and the Matawa are preparing to leave the castle. ” The rider moved quickly to Abram, handed over a rifle and a handgun holstered on belted leather.
Looping the belt around his neck and under his arm, Abram grabbed the rifle and looped it over the pommel of the saddle before turning and quickly gripping Paige’s hips to help her onto the horse standing next to his.
“Do they have a direction they suspect we’re riding to?” Abram asked quickly as Paige took the reins he pushed quickly to her.
“To the mountains. ” The rider spat to the ground after speaking. “Ride hard and beat them there, but they may still get there before extraction. ”
He was American. The sound of the Texas accent surprised her.
“Good luck,” he called out as Abram kicked his heels into the horse’s flanks and they galloped from the cavern into the crisp, clear predawn night.
The thunder of horses’ hooves echoed around her, drowning out the sound of her heart raving in her chest.
Abram took the lead and Tariq rode at the rear, keeping Paige between them. If it hadn’t been for her they wouldn’t have to run like this and the Matawa wouldn’t be chasing them with such charges.
Of course, if Azir hadn’t kidnapped her, none of this would have happened either.
“Yassir is positioning his men to track Azir’s head hunters. ” Tariq called into the communication headset he wore. “He’ll let us know if they head our way. ”
“He’ll head our way,” Abram assured him. “There are only a few usable locations for extraction and they aren’t that far apart. ”
They could pray and fight to get there first, but other than that it was out of their control, and that terrified her.
The lack of control in both her emotions and responses to Abram when it came to her safety was terrifying. She had been an independent woman with a job, a future, and the ability to make decisions for herself. To risk death over such an idea was a nightmare to her.
Just as the furious race through the night would become, she was certain.
“They’re heading this way, Abram,” Tariq announced as they neared the base of the mountains that rose before them. “Yassir received confirmation from his spy among Azir’s guards. The Matawa commander received a call and they’ve changed direction. ”
Abram suddenly veered toward the more shadowed edge of the trail, his curse searing the night.
“They have watches. ” Tariq snapped. “Possibly snipers. ”