He Didn’t Kidnap Me. Not Exactly novel Chapter 301

12:02 Fri, Sep

He Didn’t Kidnap Me. Not Exactly

Chapter 301

functionally, I had been rescued twice in the last ninety seconds.

Impressive pace,

honestly.

Now we ran, and the base around us had woken up completely, alarms blaring somewhere distant, voices shouting instructions to each other from every direction at once, footsteps thundering down corridors we hadn’t even reached yet. It sounded like the whole building had a pulse now, and that pulse was

racing just as hard as mine.

Since Archer had his hands full Ierally, my unconscious mother currently occupying both of them that left his teammate as our only real line of defense. Which meant, by simple elimination, that I was supposed to be some kind of backup.

was not backup material. I want that on record.

Two more men rounded the

for a calmer moment

corner ahead of us, weapons already up, and the teammate moved to intercept before either of them reached Archer.

I still didn’t have a name for him, which felt like a conversation

Tip him! Archer barked at m

”

jerki

chin toward the second man peeling off toward my side.

tripped

Just not him.

My own feet

instead,

naos of trying to move fast and think fast at the same time, and I went down directly into the teammate’s fight ard enough to throw off his balance at the exact moment he needed it most. He staggered.

ed the opening to land a solid hit across his jaw.

ng back up.

and swung it wildly thing within reach a heavy length of ceremonial curtain someone had torn half off its rod earlier in the chaos vancing on me, mostly because it was the only object in arm’s reach and my brain had stopped offering better suggestions several minutes

ing except startle him slightly and drape itself briefly over his head like a bizarre, insulting ghost costume.

oved it off, unimpressed, and I backed up fast, still swinging the fabric in front of me like it might eventually develop some kind of offensive capability just believed hard enough.

throat, The teammate recovered, shook off the hit, and drove his elbow into the first man’s throat, dropping him instantly. He turned to help with the second, but by then my flailing curtain routine had somehow tangled the man’s legs enough that he stumbled, and the teammate finished him off with a clean, efficient hit that had absolutely nothing to do with my contribution.

Both men hit the floor and stayed there.

I was still holding the curtain like a shield, breathing hard, entirely too proud of myself considering how little of that had actually been my doing.

Then I noticed the

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Chapter 301

“He’s not down!” I shouted, already charging forward, curtain raised over my head like I fully intended to finish the job with several yards of ceremonizi

fabric.

He’s down,” the teammate said, catching my arm before I could follow through. “It’s fine. He’s out.”

I paused mid-swing.

Archer, still holding my mother steady against his shoulder, glanced over with something caught between disbelief and barely restrained laughter.

“Wait. His eyebrows lifted. “You have been attacking them with a curtain?”

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