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Relatively. He could smell her blood, her pain. He could feel her fear and her disbelief, and it was enraging him.
Clamping a firm hold on his control wasn't easy. As he carried her to the SUVs and slid with her into the backseat of the nearest one, he could feel that rage pumping through him.
Someone had dared to harm her. To attempt to kill her? The attempt was against her; otherwise, the young lion breed, Jason, wouldn't be dead, and her beautiful truck she so loved wouldn't be a hunk of twisted metal.
"They killed Patricia." Her head lifted from his shoulder as the door closed behind them. Her eyes, that dark ring of blue spreading into the gray, darkening them further.
He saw the pain and tears in her eyes. Noble let his arms tighten around her for long seconds as he watched Jonas stride to the SUV. Beside him, was the taller, broader form of the Leo, barely disguised in a hooded jacket, and his son Dane Vanderale. Evidently, neither of them were content to wait in the heli or at Sanctuary.
Behind them, the sheriff followed more slowly, his rugged face set in a scowl as breeds moved between them. That damned sheriff wasn't going to be content to let this go, he thought, as the others moved into the long seat across from Noble and Haley, and the doors closed behind them.
The combined stares of the three powerful men didn't bother Noble, but evidently, there was something about them that made Haley self-conscious.
Her head lifted, her expression flickering with wariness.
"Someone found out, didn't they?"
Haley stared back at Jonas Wyatt, knowing exactly what had happened. Brackenmore and Engalls had somehow learned that she would be testifying against them during the January hearing.
"We don't know that, Ms. McQuire," Jonas answered carefully, his expression carefully blank.
She moved, forcing herself from Noble's lap and sliding onto the seat beside him.
"She hasn't been seen by a medical professional, Jonas."
The younger of the other two men leaned forward. She knew him. The vice president of Vanderale Industries and beside him was the president, CEO, major shareholder, and whatever other title anyone had ever found to attach to him. Leo Vanderale.
And she had a feeling she knew why they were there.
She glanced out the front window to where the flames were finally dying down within the library.
"All the books are ruined," she whispered, looking back to the elder Vanderale. "You were so kind, Mr. Vanderale, to help donate all those lovely books." Her breathing hitched. "I'm very sorry."
His head tilted just slightly, his amber eyes staring back at her curiously. "Why would you apologize to me, Miss McQuire?" he asked her.
She sniffed back her tears, aware of Noble brushing back the side of her hair to examine the gash she could feel against her temple.
"Because it was my fault. Someone killed Patricia and destroyed the library because of me."
"Ridiculous," Dane Vanderale snapped, a frown veeing his brows.
"My dear, the choices others make because of your kindness is not your responsibility." Leo sighed. "And Dane is right, you need to be attended to. You're bleeding, my dear." He turned to Jonas. "Have her taken to Sanctuary."
"That's not possible." Jonas shook his head sharply.
"And why would this be?" Leo's tone was dangerously smooth.
"Leo, you know exactly why." Jonas bit out. "Let's not air our disagreements in front of Ms. McQuire and see what we can do to help her out here."
There was a tension brewing in the vehicle now, wrapping around her, tightening her nerves to breaking point.
"She's obviously in danger because of her courage in coming to you about what she saw and heard," Leo pointed out imperiously. "She should be taken to Sanctuary."
"No one is asking me," Haley pointed out, watching as the two Vanderale men glared back at Jonas.
"I don't think they believe you should have an opinion." Dane leaned back in his seat with a grin.
Haley ignored him, glancing to Noble instead as he spoke into the mic that curved around his tough, angled cheek bone.
