Chapter 226 - Foster

"What?" I growled low as I stabbed at the keyboard again.

"She made it to Jessa," Nik said in my ear. "She's lost a lot of blood, but Jessa thinks she should be fine."

I blew out a breath, felt the band around my chest relax slightly. I didn't make it go away completely. Nothing would do that, but holding her in my arms.

And I was fucking stuck in this stupid hellhole trying to read Cyrillic so I could give Nik direct access to the computer. I wasn't even in on the fun of questioning Karine. Or Svetlana, or whatever else she wanted to call herself.

"Last line of code, FP. I promise," Nik said in my ear.

I pushed everything else aside, focused on the problem at hand. If I could get Nik what she needed, then I'd be able to get out of here. Go smash some heads in.

Well, maybe not smash them in. Turns out Interpol agents still adhere to the Geneva Convention over here. More's the pity.

"YES! That's it," Nik crowed in my ear. "You can run along now. As long as no one shu