shown up and are trying to grab you back. Your situation is extremely perilous, Miss Teague. I need you and your sister to come with—”
“Wait a moment,” Faith interrupted, her throat jerking around her words. “I’m sorry, but…” He’s not the head of a ballet company . “Are you sure? The website for Mr. Parthen’s company was impressive and his credentials, impeccable.”
“That was faked.”
Kacie blew out a sigh. “I thought that email sounded too good to be true.”
Faith pressed a hand over her mouth. You’ve been duped by Raymond Parthen . Breathing became an effort.
“Miss Teague,” Wolverine tried again.
Faith shook her head. “This still doesn’t make sense. My sister and I don’t have any kind of special gene.” She stepped back on a surge of impatience. She needed to get away from this man and make some phone calls, figure out if this was really true. “We’re normal, everyday identical twins.”
Wolverine grabbed Adonis by the shoulder and spun him around. “You two have brown birthmarks which indicate the existence of this gene: they’re pieces of a dragon, actually. Most probably you have a strip of wing here.” Wolverine arced his finger high up on Adonis’s right shoulder. “Or a blotchy spot here for the nose.” Now he pointed low on the left scapula. “Or here”—the lower back to the left of the spine—“for the foot. Correct?”
The conveyor belt shissshed to a stop.
Kacie’s lips parted. “We have all three of those marks.”
Another cause for lament by their theatre makeup artists over the years.
Adonis craned his neck around to look at Wolverine, eyebrows high.
“Royals,” Wolverine said cryptically. “They’ve got a shitload of the Dragon in them.”
Faith placed her hands on her hips. “How could you have known about our—?”
“You are the women I’m claiming you to be,” Wolverine insisted, turning tetchy. “So unless you want Raymond Parthen to get his hands on you and subsequently pair you with a man like that .” He cut a gesture at Bald Guy. “Then you’ll come with me and my men. Right now .”
Faith met her sister’s eyes. This man is certifiable . Nothing he says makes sense .
I’m not going anywhere with total strangers . Kacie took a step back next to Faith. Let’s keep moving .
Wolverine pressed an index finger to the earpiece of his headset. His predator eyes turned to flint as he aimed a look at Adonis. “Gábor just spotted one of the enemy outside.”
Adonis’s attention sharpened. “Who?”
“ Her ,” Wolverine growled low.
Adonis went rigid and the violent insanity returned to his expression. “Let’s go,” he snapped. “We don’t need Mürk if we’ve got that bitch.”
“We have to take care of them first,” Wolverine countered.
Take care of …? Faith exchanged an alarmed look with her sister. The two of them had managed to sneak away from the men by a couple of feet, but the exit from baggage claim was still several yards away. We need to run .
“We don’t have time for this,” Adonis argued.
“No, we don’t,” Wolverine agreed. “Let’s deploy Plan B. You carrying?”
“Fucking A.”
“Kacie—!” run ! The second word never made it past Faith’s lips.
Wolverine was suddenly beside her , his hand clamped around her arm. She opened her mouth again to scream, but her voice box seized up and her vision blurred.
Wolverine had just jammed a syringe into her arm. “We’ve been authorized to use whatever means necessary to rescue you,” he said, then scooped her into his arms.
Terror filled Faith’s nose with acid.
“You’ll thank me for this someday, I promise.” Wolverine laid her gently on the motionless conveyor belt, then climbed up behind her. Grabbing her under the armpits, he ducked back through the flaps and zoomed her through with him to the other side. He set her on a transport carriage. Next, came a couple of suitcases, then Kacie.
Her sister’s eyes were
“Wait a moment,” Faith interrupted, her throat jerking around her words. “I’m sorry, but…” He’s not the head of a ballet company . “Are you sure? The website for Mr. Parthen’s company was impressive and his credentials, impeccable.”
“That was faked.”
Kacie blew out a sigh. “I thought that email sounded too good to be true.”
Faith pressed a hand over her mouth. You’ve been duped by Raymond Parthen . Breathing became an effort.
“Miss Teague,” Wolverine tried again.
Faith shook her head. “This still doesn’t make sense. My sister and I don’t have any kind of special gene.” She stepped back on a surge of impatience. She needed to get away from this man and make some phone calls, figure out if this was really true. “We’re normal, everyday identical twins.”
Wolverine grabbed Adonis by the shoulder and spun him around. “You two have brown birthmarks which indicate the existence of this gene: they’re pieces of a dragon, actually. Most probably you have a strip of wing here.” Wolverine arced his finger high up on Adonis’s right shoulder. “Or a blotchy spot here for the nose.” Now he pointed low on the left scapula. “Or here”—the lower back to the left of the spine—“for the foot. Correct?”
The conveyor belt shissshed to a stop.
Kacie’s lips parted. “We have all three of those marks.”
Another cause for lament by their theatre makeup artists over the years.
Adonis craned his neck around to look at Wolverine, eyebrows high.
“Royals,” Wolverine said cryptically. “They’ve got a shitload of the Dragon in them.”
Faith placed her hands on her hips. “How could you have known about our—?”
“You are the women I’m claiming you to be,” Wolverine insisted, turning tetchy. “So unless you want Raymond Parthen to get his hands on you and subsequently pair you with a man like that .” He cut a gesture at Bald Guy. “Then you’ll come with me and my men. Right now .”
Faith met her sister’s eyes. This man is certifiable . Nothing he says makes sense .
I’m not going anywhere with total strangers . Kacie took a step back next to Faith. Let’s keep moving .
Wolverine pressed an index finger to the earpiece of his headset. His predator eyes turned to flint as he aimed a look at Adonis. “Gábor just spotted one of the enemy outside.”
Adonis’s attention sharpened. “Who?”
“ Her ,” Wolverine growled low.
Adonis went rigid and the violent insanity returned to his expression. “Let’s go,” he snapped. “We don’t need Mürk if we’ve got that bitch.”
“We have to take care of them first,” Wolverine countered.
Take care of …? Faith exchanged an alarmed look with her sister. The two of them had managed to sneak away from the men by a couple of feet, but the exit from baggage claim was still several yards away. We need to run .
“We don’t have time for this,” Adonis argued.
“No, we don’t,” Wolverine agreed. “Let’s deploy Plan B. You carrying?”
“Fucking A.”
“Kacie—!” run ! The second word never made it past Faith’s lips.
Wolverine was suddenly beside her , his hand clamped around her arm. She opened her mouth again to scream, but her voice box seized up and her vision blurred.
Wolverine had just jammed a syringe into her arm. “We’ve been authorized to use whatever means necessary to rescue you,” he said, then scooped her into his arms.
Terror filled Faith’s nose with acid.
“You’ll thank me for this someday, I promise.” Wolverine laid her gently on the motionless conveyor belt, then climbed up behind her. Grabbing her under the armpits, he ducked back through the flaps and zoomed her through with him to the other side. He set her on a transport carriage. Next, came a couple of suitcases, then Kacie.
Her sister’s eyes were
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