glazing over, but Faith could still see the panic in them. They’re going to kill us .
Faith’s tight throat muscles locked out all possibility of sound. She couldn’t move at all.
Wolverine leaned over her. “We don’t want to hurt you.” His features were rendered cartoonish by whatever drug had been injected into her, his nose slipping sideways off his face. “We injected you and your sister with something called ketamine, so you’ll be unconscious in a second. When you come to, you’ll be safe.”
Pretty rainbows soared across Faith’s field of vision and sparkly fireflies flitted. She felt the transport lurch into motion beneath her spine. The hairs on the back of her neck rose straight out from her flesh like icicles. Her vision tunneled into a tiny pinprick.
End of act. Curtain down. House lights fade to black.
Chapter Thirteen
Pändra leaned back against her Porsche and crossed her feet at the ankles, lightly slapping the instep of one strapless high-heeled shoe against the sole of her foot. She should’ve worn boots. Her toes were going numb from the cold weather.
Just another inconvenience to add to this blighter of a night.
Going out into the field with her brothers was supposed to have been a lark, giving her a chance for more shit-stirring. But Mürk had turned out to be too much of a bossyboots for her tastes, and finally, fed to the teeth with him ordering her about, she’d bunked off and come here to wait. After those sisters were grabbed, Pändra would drive home Tëer and Däce, while Hütch would go with Mürk and the women.
It seemed to be taking the lads bloody forever.
She shivered as she leaned in through the driver’s side window and fished an emery board out of her purse. Ten more minutes and then she’d wait inside her car, even though she hated the limited visuals it gave her, and would set the Porsche’s heaters to blasting.
She filed her nails vigorously, planning how she was going to pan Mürk’s head in at the end of this, take out her chopsy temper on—
Headlamps sliced onto the service road where she was parked behind Delta’s hangar. It was a Sky Chef van. She returned to filing her nails. No worries, blokes, I belong here . The vehicle slowed as it drove closer. See something you like, nosy parkers ?
The van stopped so suddenly, it rocked violently on its shocks. The side door slammed open.
Bother . She was in no mood to make explanations to some half-sharp airport employees about—
There was a blur of motion, and— ha-shisssh . A breath rushed past her lips as a muscular arm was suddenly banded around her throat in a choke hold. Who the bleeding hell moved that fast? The scent of Vârcolac hit her at the same moment an animal growl resonated in her ear. Ah . A vamp. Looked like she was going to get into a ruck tonight, after all. Bully . Dropping her nail file, she missiled an elbow into her attacker’s gut, doubling him over, then spun around and drove a fist into the back of his neck.
He fell to his knees, groaning.
She flung off her high heels and kicked out.
He moved with that inhuman speed again, hooking her heel with his palm and flinging it up.
She stumbled backward a few paces.
Her attacker sprang to his feet. His eyes and blond hair blazed in the headlights.
Shit a brick ! It was that handsome crumpet of a vamp whose cock she’d sucked off about a week ago. She laughed, a razor-edged thrill coursing through her. After what she’d done to this bloke, he’d surely try to kick seven shades of shit out of her. This was going to be a right awesome fight!
Standing poised on the balls of her feet, her breath leaving her mouth in a vapory cloud, she aimed a nasty smile at the crumpet as—
He was behind her again. A ruthless shot to her kidneys had her biting back a shout. He swept out her legs and took her to the ground, planting a solid knee in her lower spine. His palm came down on her head and ground her cheek into the asphalt. She
Faith’s tight throat muscles locked out all possibility of sound. She couldn’t move at all.
Wolverine leaned over her. “We don’t want to hurt you.” His features were rendered cartoonish by whatever drug had been injected into her, his nose slipping sideways off his face. “We injected you and your sister with something called ketamine, so you’ll be unconscious in a second. When you come to, you’ll be safe.”
Pretty rainbows soared across Faith’s field of vision and sparkly fireflies flitted. She felt the transport lurch into motion beneath her spine. The hairs on the back of her neck rose straight out from her flesh like icicles. Her vision tunneled into a tiny pinprick.
End of act. Curtain down. House lights fade to black.
Chapter Thirteen
Pändra leaned back against her Porsche and crossed her feet at the ankles, lightly slapping the instep of one strapless high-heeled shoe against the sole of her foot. She should’ve worn boots. Her toes were going numb from the cold weather.
Just another inconvenience to add to this blighter of a night.
Going out into the field with her brothers was supposed to have been a lark, giving her a chance for more shit-stirring. But Mürk had turned out to be too much of a bossyboots for her tastes, and finally, fed to the teeth with him ordering her about, she’d bunked off and come here to wait. After those sisters were grabbed, Pändra would drive home Tëer and Däce, while Hütch would go with Mürk and the women.
It seemed to be taking the lads bloody forever.
She shivered as she leaned in through the driver’s side window and fished an emery board out of her purse. Ten more minutes and then she’d wait inside her car, even though she hated the limited visuals it gave her, and would set the Porsche’s heaters to blasting.
She filed her nails vigorously, planning how she was going to pan Mürk’s head in at the end of this, take out her chopsy temper on—
Headlamps sliced onto the service road where she was parked behind Delta’s hangar. It was a Sky Chef van. She returned to filing her nails. No worries, blokes, I belong here . The vehicle slowed as it drove closer. See something you like, nosy parkers ?
The van stopped so suddenly, it rocked violently on its shocks. The side door slammed open.
Bother . She was in no mood to make explanations to some half-sharp airport employees about—
There was a blur of motion, and— ha-shisssh . A breath rushed past her lips as a muscular arm was suddenly banded around her throat in a choke hold. Who the bleeding hell moved that fast? The scent of Vârcolac hit her at the same moment an animal growl resonated in her ear. Ah . A vamp. Looked like she was going to get into a ruck tonight, after all. Bully . Dropping her nail file, she missiled an elbow into her attacker’s gut, doubling him over, then spun around and drove a fist into the back of his neck.
He fell to his knees, groaning.
She flung off her high heels and kicked out.
He moved with that inhuman speed again, hooking her heel with his palm and flinging it up.
She stumbled backward a few paces.
Her attacker sprang to his feet. His eyes and blond hair blazed in the headlights.
Shit a brick ! It was that handsome crumpet of a vamp whose cock she’d sucked off about a week ago. She laughed, a razor-edged thrill coursing through her. After what she’d done to this bloke, he’d surely try to kick seven shades of shit out of her. This was going to be a right awesome fight!
Standing poised on the balls of her feet, her breath leaving her mouth in a vapory cloud, she aimed a nasty smile at the crumpet as—
He was behind her again. A ruthless shot to her kidneys had her biting back a shout. He swept out her legs and took her to the ground, planting a solid knee in her lower spine. His palm came down on her head and ground her cheek into the asphalt. She
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