Part 32 (2/2)
Logan leaped across the room, but he was too late. She had already poked the fork into the electrical socket.
He saw a blue spark arc toward her. Screaming, she dropped the implement. And he thanked G.o.d for that, because he didn't know what would have happened if she'd managed to hold on to it.
He reached for her, folding her into his arms, feeling her tremble as she laid her head on his shoulder. His arms went around her, and he held her close.
”What was that? What happened?” she gasped, looking dazed.
”You got an electric shock.” He reached for her hand and turned it over, finding her fingers were reddened where she'd gripped the fork.
”That's going to blister unless we treat it right away,” he growled, turning on the cold water, then thrusting her hand under.
”Can you stand up okay?”
”Yes,” she answered, but she leaned against the sink, her head bowed.
”I'll be right back.”
He eased away, opened the freezer, and took out some ice, which he wrapped in a dish towel and pressed against her fingers.
”I'm sorry. I was trying to see how it worked.”
”Never poke anything into an electric socket. It could kill you, especially if you're standing in water. Or if you're wet.” The advice came out more sharply than he'd intended.
She gave him a wounded look. ”Why do they have it, if it's dangerous?”
”Because they want the convenience. And children are taught never to do what you just did.”
”I guess I'm stupid,” she said in a small voice.
He turned her toward him, his fingers digging into her shoulders. ”Of course not. You're inquisitive. Which means you're smart, in case you haven't figured that out. But you don't know enough about this place. Just like I didn't know enough about your world to stay out of danger. Ten minutes out of the cave, and I almost got caught by slavers.”
She pulled away from him, and he wished he had stayed in the room with her. But he hadn't realized the kind of trouble she could get into.
”We should rest for a while, and then leave around four in the morning. We'll travel as wolves. I'll set the timer on the stove, so we can get up in time. Hopefully my car and money are still where I left them.”
”You drive one of those things... a car?”
”Most people do. You'll learn.”
She looked doubtful, but he was sure that she'd change her mind. Getting a driver's license would be more of a problem. They'd have to get a false ident.i.ty for her. But maybe Ross could help with that.
He knew he was getting ahead of himself once again. They had to make sure Falcone wasn't a threat before they could settle down to any kind of normal life. But he couldn't stop himself from making plans for the future.
”Let me see your hand.”
She unwrapped the towel, and he saw that he'd prevented her fingers from blistering. ”It looks pretty good. But keep the ice on it for a while.”
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