My Captivator

Kairyn’s life was wonderful, almost perfect. Her parents adored her, she had just started college, she made a new friend right off the bat, and her research paper for psychology was almost complete. But, after accidentally engaging in a unpleasant blog, her world changes, and not for the better. As ex-CIA Agent, Samuel Turner, and his men, declare Kairyn their next victim, secret agents, Merrick Stone and his team members, Kota and Weston, are assigned to protect Kairyn and bring Samuel and his men to justice.

Becoming a CIA Operative at the age of twenty-two was the best thing that ever happened to Merrick, that is until he and his team members are assigned to a new mission that involves a certain young woman. The closer Kairyn grows to Merrick, she finds his heart is in the right, but his mind is in the wrong. Will she be able to convince Merrick that of all the mistakes he has made in his life, he can still be forgiven? Or will the trials she faces bring hatred into her own heart?


22. Chapter Twenty-One



I sat next to Merrick watching the flames of the warm fire. The heat the radiated from it was a balm to my cold and clammy skin. We would all be sick if we didn’t reach the cabin soon.


I prayed consistently for the man who lay beside me on a patch of leaves I gathered as a bed. The blood on his chest was black and the bullet wound was starting to swell. By the look of it, the bullet was still inside. I thanked God that the wound was farther away from the heart than mine was, in fact it was closer to his shoulder, but he was still bleeding. I cringed as I thought of all the blood he had lost throughout the past two days.


Two days had gone by since we last saw Kota and Weston. Would they even be at the cabin? Would they have waited this long for us? Surely they would. If they were anything like Merrick Stone, then they would wait for us. Another thought that I had been pushing out crept into my mind. What if we were going the wrong way? What if the cabin wasn’t even near this part of the forest? I shook the thought away. God, I have faith in you and I am trusting in you. Please heal my Merrick. Don’t take him, Lord. Please.


I felt a touch on my left hand. I looked down to see Merrick’s hand on my own. He tried to squeeze but he was weak. Instead I squeezed his hand in return. “Be strong, please be strong.” A tear slid down my cheek and his eyes opened a smidge.


“Don’t cry . . .” he rasped. “Not for me . . .”


I smiled. “You are worth every tear I have.” I bought his hand to my cheek and kissed his palm, ignoring the pain in my left arm.


He closed his eyes and when I thought he had fallen back to sleep, he spoke again. “What happened to your arm?” His voice was hoarse.


“Don’t worry about it. I’m fine. You just get some rest, alright?” I tried to sound cheery. But if I was honest with myself, I was scared. My arm was beginning to show signs of infection and the wrap I had on it had fallen off hours ago. My cuts were deep and black. I knew that was a bad sign.


“Kai . . .” he whispered.


“Merrick . . .” I mimicked him, then leaned down and pressed my forehead to his.


“I love you.” I sat up quickly.


“You what?” I asked, but he had fallen asleep. My heart pounded and butterflies danced in my stomach. Had I heard him correctly? Did he really just say he loved me? I squeezed his hand and then laid it next to him.


I sat beside him, dumbfounded. Had he really meant it? Or was he in a delirious stage of infection? I covered my mouth with my hand. Surely he hadn’t meant it; he was sick. It was the fever. That’s it; the fever caused him to say it. My heart thumped. I knew I was wrong. He was sick and feverish, but this was Merrick. I wanted to believe that he had meant it and was well aware of what he was saying, but he was injured. His fever was growing and his eyes were nearly black. His tan skin was beginning to pale and his mind was barely ever conscience. I wanted to believe he meant it, but he was a spy. He lived a dangerous life and if I knew Merrick, he would never put the ones he loved in danger. It was the fever talking, why would a man like him love a woman like me?





The morning sun was bright and shined even brighter through the trees. Birds chirped all around us, but the soft breathing of someone caught my attention. I sat up and glanced over at Merrick. His chest was slowly rising and falling. I smiled and took in a deep breath myself. God had kept him alive this long and I trusted Him to keep Merrick alive after all this was over.


Caleb sat up, rubbed his eyes and stretched. He looked weak and I knew I looked even worse. “Ready?” He asked as he stood to his feet. I nodded and he came over to Merrick and me. Together we sat Merrick up and placed an arm around our shoulders; this time switching places so that my left arm could rest. “One, two, three!” I stood.


“Let’s move out.” I ordered. I grabbed my back pack and placed it on my left shoulder. We then headed towards the cabin.


We were headed north. I knew that by the way the sun faced. And by the angle the sun was in the sky, it was about ten o’clock. My stomach ached from lack of food and I could hear Caleb’s grumbling every so often.


“We need to find food soon,” he stated, holding Merrick’s wrist over his shoulder with his right hand.


“We should be there soon.” I tried to speak but my throat was dry. We needed water.


“Are we even headed in the right direction, Kairyn?” Caleb asked; his tone was filled with annoyance.


“Yes, I know we are. I believe we are; we have to trust God.” I honestly had no idea, but I had hope.


“Are you kidding me?” Caleb stopped. “You still believe in God even after this?” The anger in his eyes was evident.


I paused and soaked in his question. Of course I believed. God is with me wherever I go. “Yes, I believe, now can we keep going?” I started to walk forward but Caleb stayed put.


“Why? Why do you believe? We are stuck in the middle of a wild animal infested forest in Montana! You were attacked by a bear, I have a swollen, maybe broken, ankle and Merrick is almost dead!” I flinched at his words. “Look at everything that has happened! You really believe that God is there for you when he brought you into this position?” He yelled at me. Clearly the lack of rest, food and water was getting to him.


I took a deep breath. “Last I knew God was not the person responsible for getting me into this mess,” after-all, Caleb is the one who called our biological father in the first place. I gritted my teeth. How could he blame his stupidity on God, when it was his own fault?


He stared hard at me. His jaw twitched as he thought hard on what to say. “Your right,” he finally spoke. I held my stare even though I was shocked at his remark. “It may not be God’s fault that we are in this predicament, but it is His fault that He hasn’t gotten us out of it yet! If there really is a God, then where is He? Huh? If God is as powerful you say then why haven’t we found the forsaken cabin?”


I continued to stare at him. It broke my heart to hear the words he spoke, but I knew my God and my God has told me that he would never leave me or forsake me. In this world you will have trouble, but take heart for I have overcome the world. A sad smile crept onto my chapped lips, but soon faded as something behind my brother caught my eye. A man with a gun stood about fifty yards from us. “Caleb . . .” he turned around and stiffened. We had no more bullets in Caleb’s gun, no way to fight and the only man who would know what to do was unconscious at the moment. “Jesus . . .” Me and Caleb spoke at the same time.


“Kairyn?” The man yelled. The voice was so familiar. I squinted my eyes and they widened as the face of Weston came into view.


“Weston?” My voice cracked.


“Kayne! I found them!” He yelled running to us. We quickened our pace as we turned and limped towards him. Another being ran from around a tree and Kota came into view. Weston stopped before us and froze at the sight of Caleb.


“I’ll explain late, but right now Merrick is really hurt!” Weston took my place with Merrick’s arm now around his shoulders. “He was shot on the left side of his chest and he has been unconscious for the past two hours.”


“Kairyn!” Kota yelled as he wrapped his arms tightly around me. I fell into his embrace and hugged him tightly around the neck. It hurt my arms but I needed this.


“Kota,” I whispered, as I started to cry. He held me tighter and then pulled away.


“We need to get back to the cabin,” he commanded. He gave Caleb a hard stare. “If you’ve come looking for trouble you can leave.”


“I’m only here to see that Kairyn gets to safety.” My brother responded.


Kota nodded in return, and then turned around to lead us to the cabin. My heart was full and I finally felt at peace. We were safe and we were a few short minutes away from food and water. I breathed a sigh as Kota wrapped his arms around my shoulders. I leaned my head against him and couldn’t help but to silently cry. God had saved us and Merrick would be alright; I was sure of it. Thank you, Lord, for saving me once again.


“What happened to your arm?” Kota gave a quick glance back to Caleb as if blaming him.


“Believe it or not, it would have been worse if Caleb hadn’t of been there.” Kota’s eyes shot to mine. Questions clouded his eyes as he waited for me to go on. “It’s a long story.”


“We have all afternoon.” He smiled.


“Merrick and I were found on the bridge by Sam and his minions,” I started. “Merrick was shot and fell through a gap in the bridge. I tried to save him but . . .” Kota squeezed my shoulder to reassure me. “Anyways, I jumped in after Merrick and-”


“You jumped off the bridge?” Kota nearly yelled. He was shocked.


“Yes, and when Caleb failed to bring me to Sam, the rogue beat Caleb unconscious and threw him off the bridge. It’s a wonder how he’s still alive.”


“It’s a wonder how you’re all still alive.” Weston’s voice spoke behind us. He must have been listening.


“Anyways, I followed a set of foot prints on the bank of the river and that night Caleb and I formed a truce. We slept in a cave and because Caleb’s ankle was injured, I went for fire wood alone.” Kota’s grip on me tightened, and anger flared in his eyes.


“A bear followed me back to the cave and-”


“A bear?” Kota yelled then stopped. He turned around to Caleb and stepped right up to his face. “You let her get firewood alone?”


“Have you ever tried persuading her?” Caleb asked, pointing to me.


“I chose to Kota, Caleb tried to stop me but I knew he needed to rest his ankle if we were to search for Merrick. It isn’t his fault. He saved me!” My words must have done something, because Kota walked back to me.


“What a gentleman.” He scoffed. “I’m guessing the bear attacked?” I nodded. “We’ll stitch you up when we get to the cabin.”


“Not until Merrick is doing better. Until he is better I want all medical attention on him.” How could I rest knowing that I took all the medical supplies that Merrick needed to live?


“Kairyn, your cuts could go gangrene and that is not something I am going to let happen.” His expression was serious.


“Fix Merrick first. I’ll be alright.”


He nodded, but by the look on his face I knew he didn’t like the idea. The cabin came into view and I took a deep breath. The next few days would be rough, but from what I had learned out in the forest, I was stronger than I ever imagined. Strength and trust in the Lord brought me here and strength and trust in the Lord would bring me home. All I had to do was wait and be patient.  


We entered the large cabin and the warm air felt nice and relaxing. I hadn’t noticed how cold I had been. I walked over to a small sofa and sat down. With concern gripping my heart, I watched as Caleb and Weston took Merrick to a room down the hall. I started to get up but Kota stopped me. “Let me bandage your arm,” he narrowed his eyes in care. I nodded and held my arm out to him. He tried to hide his cringe but he was too late. I saw the concerned look on his face. “I need to wash it Kairyn.”

“Not until Merrick-”


“Law is dealing with Merrick. Please, let me clean your arm.” For the first time since I met Kota, his eyes pleaded.


“No,” I whispered. “I’m alright Kota. I just need a quick bandage and then a nap. I don’t know what I would do if Merrick didn’t make it . . .” I paused to take in the tears that threatened to spill over. “I won’t let you stitch me up until Merrick is better.”


“Kairyn!” He half yelled, “You could . . .” he paused to calm his tone, “you could lose your arm. Do you not understand that? Gangrene isn’t something to take lightly. You could lose your arm and if we didn’t remove your arm in time then your whole body could catch the disease!”


“How long will I take?”


“It doesn’t matter, so long as we doctor it soon.” He gave me a soft smile. “Kai, you are the bravest and toughest young woman I’ve met. But if you won’t let me see to your arm, then you just might be the stupidest.”


I opened my mouth to argue, but closed it fast. I knew he was right. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Alright . . . but you have to hurry.”


We walked back to a bedroom and I sat down on the bed. The walls were decorated with old fashioned wallpaper. The furniture was old, but unique and vintage looking. I sighed and glanced down at my arm. It looked infected and it stung. Kota left, but soon returned with a tray of medical supplies.

“I’m not taking that.” I pointed to the chloroform.


He gave me an aggravated glance. “Yes you are.”


“Merrick said if I didn’t want to-“


“I need you asleep for this Kairyn.” His voice was low and monotone.


“Please, do you have anything else? I can’t take that, Kota . . .” I begged.


He stilled and mumbled something to himself then glanced up at me. Standing, he took my arm and turned it slightly. I let out a small gasp. “That hurt,” he stated, “because it is infected. You think your gunshot was painful; you wouldn’t be able to take the pain. Kairyn,” he paused and looked me in the eyes, “I understand you want to be tough. But you don’t have to be tough around us. We are trained mentally and physically for this life style. You are not.” I tried to speak but held up his hand for me to stop. “And that’s okay.” He gave me a sympathetic smile. “It’s alright to take a break every now and then; and it’s alright to let someone else be tough for you.”


I tried to stay calm but my chin started to quiver. “I’m scared.” My voice was quiet. “What if I don’t wake up?”


He narrowed his eyes and tightened his jaw. Then, he sat down next to me and wrapped his arm around me pulling me into him. “I promise you will wake up.”


I sighed and then gave a simple nod. He pulled away and gave my hand a squeeze. “Go ahead and lie down.”

My heart beat quickened as I lied down on the bed. Lord, please let me be okay. Let me wake up from this. I’m scared.


Kota unscrewed the lid of the chloroform bottle and dampened a rag. He then glanced at me. “Ready?” I nodded slowly. He walked to me and brought the rag to my face. I glanced at him before taking a breath. “It’s alright, relax and just breathe.”


I held my breath for as long as I could. “Breathe Kairyn, it’s alright.” A simple tear slipped from my right eye and I breathe din deeply. The aroma of the chloroform was sweet as it entered my senses. It worked immediately. Soon, the rag was almost intoxicating and I tried to move from it but Kota continued to hold it to my nose. “Relax, Kairyn. Trust me and relax.” I let out a whimper and faintly felt a hand grab mine.


“You’re alright,” I heard Merrick’s voice. I turned and saw the faint outline of a curly-haired boy. Was he really there? “It’s okay, Kairyn, trust me . . . trust me.”


“Merrick,” I whispered as I closed my eyes. The last thing I remember is hearing Merrick’s low, smooth voice whispering .trust me’.

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