Eagle went straight to the spare bedroom, wishing he had more hands available as
he struggled to pull back the blanket so he could lay the broken woman on the
mattress. She moaned softly as he pulled his arms free from underneath her. He
raced to the bathroom, grabbed towels and returned. With a warm wet washcloth,
he quickly dabbed her forehead, checking to see how severe the head wound was.
His military experience let him know she likely had a concussion and would
possibly need stitches.
He was loath to call a doctor. And yet he knew he should be calling the police.
He did a complete second check over her body, noting the ankle was continuing to
swell and the injury was recent. The scratches he assumed were from running. Her
feet would need to be soaked to see the extent of damage. Her ribs were bruised,
her arms lacerated, the soft skin on her breasts reddened with angry burn marks.
Grimly, he realized she'd likely been held captive somewhere, somehow. And for a
long time.
Until she found an opportunity to escape. The shoulder wound was the one that
worried him the most. How long had she been tortured? And then, of course, there
was any number of internal injuries he couldn't see. There was an odd green
tinge to the left side of her belly. That also worried him as did the multiple
layers of bruising all over.
The bullet had to come out of her shoulder.
He could handle the rest, but he didn't want to make a call on that one if he
didn't have to. He didn't want her to suffer permanent shoulder injury if he
could help it.
He gently covered her up, feeling the clammy coolness to her skin. As he pulled
the blankets over top, a screech sounded beside him. He turned to find Rikker
walking up and down the bed.
"I brought her inside, now give me a chance to fix her up."
The falcon tilted his head and stared at him. An intelligence that was both
unnerving and bizarre stared out at him.
"I don't know who and what you are my friend. I just know I'm not here to hurt
her."
An odd rumble sounded from the falcon's throat. It fascinated Eagle as he
stepped back and pulled the phone out of his pocket. He had a number he knew by
heart. When a grumpy older man answered the phone Eagle said, "I need you."
Gray snorted. "That's nice. Always nice to be wanted by someone."
"You need to come here now, as fast as you can. Bring your medical bag." Eagle
hung up the phone and pocketed it. Gray would come. If nothing else, curiosity
would force him.
Dale Mayer is a prolific multi-published writer. Sheβs best known for her
Psychic Vision Series. Besides her romantic suspense/thrillers, Dale also writes
paranormal romance and crossover young adult books in different genres.
To go with her fiction, she writes nonfiction in many different fields
with books available on resume writing, companion gardening and the US mortgage
system.
Psychic Visions
#12
As a young girl, Issa, bonded with her pet falcon was the
lookout for her father's smuggling operation in Ireland. After everything blew
up one night and her father and brothers were killed, her mother brought her to
America to start over.
Immigrating was hard, but eventually she grew up and pursued a career in
environmental sciences and continued to follow her passion for falconry. But she
doesn't find the same special bond with another falcon. Until one fateful day
when her world explodes again...
Eagle, a former military pilot, has retired to his small ranch outside of
Denver, Colorado where he runs a rescue center for raptors in need. One falcon
is acting irrationally. Eagle's only recourse is to euthanize him, but the
falcon rips free. Although injured so badly he shouldn't be able to fly, the
falcon disappears into the skies.
The next night the falcon returns with a beautiful but seriously injured
young woman in tow... carrying a message of death and destruction for the both
of them...
Suspense | Thriller Paranormal -
Supernatural [Valley Publishing, On Sale:
January 9, 2018, Paperback / e-Book, ISBN: 2940158645143 / eISBN:
9781773360171]
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