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pilot started the engine.  
    Big green eyes gazed up at the chopper’s blades, fearful. Her eyes darted to the pilot, then to Walker, and then back up to the blades.  
    Walker cursed. Of all the times for brave little Ella to find fear, now was not ideal.
    “Ella,” he shouted, crouching down to her. Taking her hands, he met her gaze.
    “You’re afraid of the helicopter?” he asked.
    She gave him a strange look, then shrugged a thin shoulder.
    “I’m going to make you a promise,” Walker said, squeezing her hands. “You will be more safe in this helicopter than you have been since you were kidnapped. You know that, because you’re smart. I can tell.”
    Those bright emerald eyes pierced him, fixed him in place. She was curious about him, at least.
    “If you are scared, you can sit with me. I won’t try anything. I won’t do anything more than hold you. That’s my promise,” he said, tugging at her hands.
    Ella gazed at him, searching his face for long moments. Finally, she softened.
    “Alright,” she mouthed.  
    “Step up,” Walker coached, lifting her up into the passenger bay before sliding the door closed behind them. Inside, it was much quieter.  
    Walker saw Ella’s gaze drift back to the pilot. He reached out and grasped a plastic handle, sliding it across the space between the cockpit and the passenger bay. Closing the partition, in a sense.
    “He’s only worried about flying, okay?” Walker asked. He wanted to reassure her. He wanted to calm her, hold her if she’d let him.
    He wanted to know why he gave a flying fuck, as well.
    Sitting down, he drew Ella to the padded passenger bench. They both fastened their seat belts, sighing.
    The chopper lifted off with a jolt, and Ella’s tiny hand flew into Walker’s big one.
    Walker tried not to grin as they rose, sinking back into the seat.
    Just like that, Ella was free.

     

Two

    Ella looked around the helicopter’s tight quarters, biting her lip. This cramped space was really, majorly bad news. She sucked in a deep breath, but all she managed to do was drag her hero’s thick, masculine scent more fully into her lungs.  
    She looked over at him, taking his measure fully now that they weren’t in a life-or-death situation. He noticed her appraising look, frowning and clearing his throat.
    “I’m Walker Black,” he grunted. His voice was so low and gravelly that Ella squirmed in her seat.  
    Ella blinked, taking in his words. She was all tongue-tied over his bravery and his looks, but she hadn’t even thought to introduce herself. As if sitting here mostly naked, inches from a stranger, wasn’t embarrassing enough!
    “Ella Reid,” she answered, dipping her head to hide her blush.  
    He didn’t offer a handshake, and though normally she would have thought it rude, just now she appreciated it. She really, really, really needed not to touch him right now. Scooting down the bench, Ella edged away from her savior. Luckily, he didn’t seem to take offense.
    “Walker,” she repeated, rolling his name off her tongue.  
    “Yep. Just your average guy,” he said. His awkward humor was unexpected, and a bit sweet.
    “Walker, I don’t know how to thank you,” Ella said. She stared at him, unbelieving.  
    She’d been kidnapped off the street near her house. She’d been tied up, doped up, and put on display for undeniably ill-intentioned buyers. Just when she’d been certain of a dire fate, this incredible male had shown up and eliminated every single human with a hand in her abuse.
    “Do you, uh, need to talk or something?” Walker asked, rubbing a hand over the back of his head. The movement made his biceps flex ridiculously, drawing Ella’s gaze to his impossibly black tattoos. This tall, dark, and handsome soldier was just her type. Of all the luck…  
    Shaking her head, she frowned. Who else but Ella would be captured by shifter slavers? Who else would be rescued, practically nude, by a perfectly buff and gruff hottie?