The Phoenix Encounter. Linda CastilloЧитать онлайн книгу.
up about, okay?”
Biting her lip, she looked over her shoulder at the baby cooing in the crib. “He’s everything to me,” she said. “I could never bear it if something happened to him.”
“Nothing’s going to happen to him,” he said firmly. “These are routine tests. Chances are the pediatrician will prescribe some vitamins with iron, and Jack will be just fine.”
She didn’t look convinced, but at least she no longer looked as if she were going to jump out of her skin. He supposed they’d both learned that fate didn’t always bestow a kind outcome.
The instincts he’d developed in the course of his experience as a doctor told him to reach out and touch her, just to reassure her that her child was going to be fine. But Robert didn’t dare touch her. Deep down inside he knew it wasn’t the physician who wanted to touch her, but the man who’d never gotten her out of his system.
“I’d like to take him to the hospital in Rajalla where there’s a pediatric unit and laboratory facilities,” he said.
Lily visibly paled, but masked it by quickly turning away. Noticing that her hands were shaking, Robert watched her closely and wondered about her level of anxiety at the mention of the hospital in Rajalla. “Is there a problem with Rajalla?”
“No. Of course not.” She looked directly at him and smiled, but Robert saw the shimmer of nerves beneath the surface. “It’s just that the city has…changed since you were last there.”
Rajalla was the capital city of Rebelia. Robert had spent a good bit of time there and remembered it as a pretty, bustling metropolis with several sleek skyscrapers, ancient stone churches, a bazaar where local farmers and artisans sold stone-baked bread and Rebelian stained glass, and some of the most beautiful parks in all of Europe.
Robert had researched Rajalla carefully before leaving the United States. He knew DeBruzkya’s soldiers had invaded the city. He knew those soldiers had destroyed many of the buildings, including several historical cathedrals. He knew the once-healthy economy had slumped, that people had fled to the nearby country of Holzberg to become refugees.
But he was getting some odd vibes from Lily and wanted to hear her view. “How has it changed?”
She moved away from the crib as if what she were about to say was somehow harmful to her son. “DeBruzkya is in control of the entire city now. There are armed soldiers everywhere, including the hospital.”
“The soldiers don’t know who you are, do they?”
The hairs at his nape prickled when she didn’t answer.
“DeBruzkya himself has spent a fair amount of time at the hospital,” she said. “His sister is pregnant. The general is fanatical about his sister’s unborn child because that child will become his only heir.”
“Does DeBruzkya know who you are?” he asked.
Lily turned to look at him, her expression troubled and stubborn at once. And suddenly Robert got a very bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.
“Does he know who you are?” he repeated.
“He knows my face.”
Robert cursed.
“He doesn’t know I’m with the freedom fighters,” she said quickly.
“Does he know what you do?”
She stared at him, a hunted animal trapped in the crosshairs of a high powered rifle. “No.”
He scrubbed a hand over his jaw. “I can’t believe you would do something so incredibly foolhardy.”
“Robert, I can handle this. I know what I’m do—”
“You’re so far over your head you don’t know up from down,” he growled.
“I’m not afraid of him,” she snapped.
He shot her a hard look. “You’re too damn smart not to be afraid.”
She evidently didn’t have anything to say to that, so she turned away. Robert contemplated her in profile, liking what he saw even though he was dangerously furious.
He wanted to believe he was just being paranoid, but his instincts were telling him there was a hell lot more to the situation than what she was letting on.
Lily was lying to him. She was hiding something important. Something dangerous. And for the first time in his life Robert found himself hoping his instincts were wrong.
Chapter 3
Lily’s knees trembled as she walked down the narrow hall toward the main room of the cottage. Robert had only been there an hour, and already she was a wreck. She honestly didn’t know how she was going to get through this. It was bad enough having Robert in the cottage, dredging up all the old emotions. But it was infinitely worse knowing Jack could be seriously ill. She’d suffered so many losses in her life. She didn’t think she could bear it if something happened to her precious child.
In the last hour it seemed as if every nerve in her body had been stripped bare and exposed. Every new bit of information had those nerves jumping like a bad tooth prodded with a sharp instrument. Her entire world had been rocked off its foundation when she’d seen Robert standing on her porch, glaring at her with those cool blue eyes.
Because she couldn’t seem to get herself settled down, Lily took a few minutes to stack some logs on the grate in the hearth. When the fire was blazing and she finally ran out of things to do, she turned to face Robert. He’d taken one of two chairs and was staring at her intently, as if she were a puzzle that had just befuddled him.
“Stop looking at me that way,” she snapped.
“I’m just trying to figure out what you’ve gotten yourself into since I left.”
“I haven’t gotten myself into anything.”
“Yeah, I guess you blindfold all your visitors.”
“That’s just a precaution. In case you haven’t noticed there’s a civil war going on.”
“I’ve noticed,” he shot back. “I’ve noticed a lot of things since I’ve been here, and I’ve yet to get a straight answer out of you about any of them.”
She tried to laugh but didn’t quite manage.
“What the hell are you up to, Lily?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“The bits and pieces I’m getting from you don’t fit,” he said. “Why don’t you tell me the whole story?”
She glared at him. “And what story would that be?”
“The one that explains what you’re still doing in this godforsaken country with an innocent child in tow.”
Because she was much more comfortable with anger than any of the other emotions boiling inside her, she held on to it with the desperation of a drowning woman hanging on to a float. “I got caught up in the movement,” she snapped. “Is that mysterious enough for you?”
“You were involved with the rebels before…I left the first time. Tell me something I don’t already know.”
Letting out a shuddery breath, she sank into the second chair and looked into the fire. “Nothing has changed.”
“Everything has changed, damn it. Don’t lie to me.”
Her eyes met his, and within their depths he saw the memories, felt them in his heart the way he had a thousand times in the months since he’d last seen her. A young doctor and an American journalist in a strange land surrounded by ugliness and danger. Two people longing for their homeland, but bound by their love of freedom and a responsibility to help those unable to help themselves. Robert and Lily had spent their days doing what they could to breathe