There were no signs of Jo, even though Gaby had seen her in the room earlier. Mary and the kids who had come with Bonnie were on the edges of the bed or spread out along the floor on the other side. She stepped around the bodies, then slipped out into the hallway, grateful she had gone to sleep — or had tried to go to sleep — with all her clothes on, including her gun belt. She didn’t have her rifle, but Gaby felt at ease enough not to go looking for it.
She stopped at another one of the cabins and peered inside at a pair of sleeping figures on the bed. She recognized the older woman who had arrived with Bonnie and Jo, sleeping with Sarah and her daughter, Jenny. The two women who had come to the island with Keo (their names escaped her) were sleeping on the floor at the foot of the bed. They were snoring, and she didn’t think anything could possibly wake them.
She closed the door back up and moved to the next one, Josh’s words still echoing inside her head.
“Go, get out of here! Get out of here!”
She found another door and opened it and leaned in.
Gaby smiled at Claire’s thin figure, curled up on a couch in the corner of the room with the FNH shotgun leaning against the wall next to her, within easy reach. She looked cold and her body was trembling slightly, even though the room was warm. Gaby slipped inside and picked up a blanket from the floor that the girl had kicked off her sometime during the night and re-draped it over Claire’s shivering body.
Gaby took a moment to look over at the bed where Annie and Milly were asleep in each other’s arms. Elise, who Gaby always thought of as Lara’s “other little sister,” was asleep with Vera, Carly’s sister, the two of them snoring lightly next to each other. They looked almost like twins.
She walked to the door and was about to step into the hallway when a small voice said, “Gaby.”
She stopped and looked back at Claire, peering at her through the semidarkness. “Go back to sleep.”
“Where are you going?” Claire asked. She reached up from under the blanket to rub her eyes.
“I just came over to make sure you were all right.”
“I’m fine,” Claire said, and smiled.
“I can see that.”
“Can’t sleep?”
Not for a while, Claire. I don’t think I’ll be able to close my eyes without having nightmares about tonight and all those men I killed on the beach. About Josh and what he did. About Danny, half-dead somewhere on this boat. And Will, out there somewhere, maybe dead, maybe alive…
She smiled at Claire. “No, but I’m going back to sleep now, and you should, too.”
Claire nodded and closed her eyes. She was asleep again almost immediately.
Gaby slipped into the hallway and closed the door soundlessly behind her.
She found Zoe in the last cabin up the hallway, keeping a vigil over Danny from a chair next to the bed. She was half-asleep and only perked up when Gaby opened the door and leaned in.
“Hey,” Zoe said, sitting up in the chair. “I know why I’m not asleep, so what’s your excuse?”
“I wanted to check up on him,” she said.
Danny was on the bed and Gaby was glad most of his body was hidden in shadows, because she wasn’t sure she could stand seeing him so helpless and near death. Danny and Will had always been invincible in her eyes, but after tonight she’d never be able to think of him in that way again. Will, too. She hadn’t realized it until now, but throughout the night she had always expected Will to come riding home just in the nick of time to save the day.
But he hadn’t, and Danny had proven less than bulletproof.
Zoe and Danny weren’t the only ones in the room. There was a third figure asleep on the floor at the foot of the bed. Carly, curled up into a ball with a blanket draped over her. She looked restless, and her lips moved as if she were stuck in some kind of endless conversation loop, though she made no sounds.
“She wouldn’t leave,” Zoe said. “I don’t think she’s had a lot of sleep these last few days.”
None of us have, Gaby thought, but said, “Has he woken up?”
“Not yet.”
Gaby leaned against the wall next to the door, just far enough from the bed so she couldn’t see Danny’s face. She remembered how unresponsive he had been during their race down the beach, and then on the ride over to the Trident. She had no trouble seeing the blood bag hanging from a steel coatrack next to the bed though. A tangle of wires connected it to one of Danny’s arms.
“How is he?” she asked.
“He lost a lot of blood,” Zoe said. “Unfortunately, only Lorelei is O-negative like Danny, so she was the only one who could give him a transfusion. But she’s not exactly Keo or Blaine, so Danny didn’t get as much as he needed. I’m going to need more from the poor girl in the morning if she’s up to it.”
“But he’ll be fine?”
“Maybe. I don’t know.” She shook her head. “If he’s like Will, he’ll be too stubborn to die, but…,” Zoe paused and seemed to choose her words carefully when she said, “I’ll be able to tell for sure in the morning. I don’t know how she knew, but if Lara hadn’t insisted I had all of this stuff ready just in case things went bad…” She let it trail off, before finishing with, “I guess she knew what she was doing, after all.”
“Lara’s smart. Sometimes I don’t think she realizes just how smart she really is.”
“After tonight, I’m a believer.” Zoe stood up and walked to a mini fridge and took out a bottle of water. She took a sip and sighed. “What I wouldn’t give for some cold water right now.”
“The galley has a refrigerator. The water bottles we put in there should be cold.”
“Galley?”
“That’s what Maddie called the kitchen.”
“Oh.”
It was all part of Lara’s plan in case they had to abandon the island. Even before she and Danny had arrived, the others had been transferring some of the hotel’s inventory over to the boat and storing it. A lot of the nonperishable food, as well as supplies, ammo, and even vanity items like shirts, shoes, and personal hygiene were scattered among the rooms on all three decks. It had taken them hours, and according to Lara, they had only managed to move barely twenty percent of the island’s resources.
You would be proud of her, Will. Lara saved us. She saved all of us tonight.
Zoe sat back down in her chair. “I’ll keep an eye on him, Gaby. That’s why I’m here, remember? If things go bad between now and morning, I’ll do the best I can.”
“But you don’t know for sure if he’ll make it through the night.”
“I don’t usually believe in prayers, but if you do…well, it probably wouldn’t hurt.”
Prayers? That required faith, didn’t it?
She had faith in Will and Danny, but even that was shady these days.
“Go get some sleep,” Zoe said. “You look like you need it.”
Gaby nodded and left the room.
“Go, get out of here! Get out of here!”
Zoe was right; she did need sleep. But needing it and getting it weren’t the same things.
She climbed up the spiral staircase to the upper deck instead, stepping over some dried blood along the steps. She found Nate asleep on one of the couches in what looked like an entertainment lounge, alongside Benny. The two of them hadn’t exactly gotten along yesterday, and she wondered if they had been talking before falling asleep. Just what she needed — two men who both liked her exchanging war stories.
She glimpsed a figure moving along the railing outside through one of the windows, and Gaby stepped out just as Blaine rounded the corner.
“Hey, kid,” he said.