hospital complex, making our way back toward the bike. Hailey's eyes were scanning everything, they didn't seem to stop moving.
Dorian froze for a moment when a man in a dark suit stopped in a corridor crossing and looked around. She whispered, “Robin says that's the guy.”
His eyes stopped their scan of the area and rested on Hailey. Of course. They hadn't seen Dorian yet, and I looked nothing like myself at that particular moment.
He looked from her, to us and squinted his eyes, then raised his wrist to his mouth and said something then started walking toward us as Hai gently nudged me back.
Hailey said calmly, “Keep going, I'll meet you at the bike.”
I glanced back as Dorian, and I backtracked. The man was trying to act casual as he approached, his hand going slowly toward his jacket. He was staring at Hailey and us, obviously trying to piece things together.
It was like something out of an action movie as soon as the two reached each other. All pretenses were gone as his hand shot into his jacket reveling a shoulder holster, Hailey's hands were a blur as she spun backward, slapping his hand aside before he could grasp the grip of the gun he was reaching for.
Then they exchanged a flurry of blows and shin kicks.
Our protector, and a man almost twice her size, seemed evenly matched as people in the halls started yelling and moving away from the two. I caught a glimpse of Hailey stepping past the man after ducking a blow and clotheslining the big guy as we turned down another hall. Sending him snapping backwards and slamming down onto the floor
I absently wondered why he attacked her in broad daylight like that if they thought she knew where I was... I paused. He had probably been planning to threaten her with whatever weapon he had, kept it mostly hidden and led her out of the hospital. He apparently hadn't got the memo about how well trained she was.
By the time we found our way out of the maze, we had come around the side of the building to the parking lot to see Hailey jumping on the bike and starting it up. She scanned the area, and her eyes locked on us with laser focus, and she drove quickly toward us, engine roaring.
Dorian looked at me with a goofy grin. “Ok, even I have to admit. That was kind of hot.”
I grinned at her, and we piled onto the bike when Hailey stopped, prompting urgently, “Come on ladies. Let's go, let's go.” Then we were off, turning down the first alley we came to as we fumbled with our helmets.
Chapter 8 – Hunted
We got back to the club and dismounted. Hailey was cussing under her breath. “We won't have much time until the police are on my ass again.”
I understood that since purple isn't a real common hair color, and she had made that scene at the nurse's station with the officer, so it wasn't like she can deny it was her. And leaving the scene of an altercation is a crime. Not a serious one, but still, after the woman killed two people the prior night, the authorities are going to get all up in her life now.
Well, not serious unless...
I asked the question that had been on my mind since the hospital as she jammed her helmet into the sidecar after Dorian hopped out, “Is he...”
She cocked an eyebrow at me, then all the anger and frustration seemed to just evaporate as she gave me a crooked smile. “Dead? No. Though he was trying really hard not to give me a choice about it. He was well trained. Men like that cost a pretty penny, especially ones who aren't afraid to operate out in the open, in public like that. This Xerxes family must have the bankroll of kings.”
I shrugged. “They've had centuries of wishes to make sure of it.”
She nodded and exhaled as she reached past me to pull the doors shut on the little bike stable, reiterating, “No, he'll pull through, though he's going to be out of the picture for the near future.”
I relaxed, exhaling slowly. I don't know why, but I was relieved
Dorian froze for a moment when a man in a dark suit stopped in a corridor crossing and looked around. She whispered, “Robin says that's the guy.”
His eyes stopped their scan of the area and rested on Hailey. Of course. They hadn't seen Dorian yet, and I looked nothing like myself at that particular moment.
He looked from her, to us and squinted his eyes, then raised his wrist to his mouth and said something then started walking toward us as Hai gently nudged me back.
Hailey said calmly, “Keep going, I'll meet you at the bike.”
I glanced back as Dorian, and I backtracked. The man was trying to act casual as he approached, his hand going slowly toward his jacket. He was staring at Hailey and us, obviously trying to piece things together.
It was like something out of an action movie as soon as the two reached each other. All pretenses were gone as his hand shot into his jacket reveling a shoulder holster, Hailey's hands were a blur as she spun backward, slapping his hand aside before he could grasp the grip of the gun he was reaching for.
Then they exchanged a flurry of blows and shin kicks.
Our protector, and a man almost twice her size, seemed evenly matched as people in the halls started yelling and moving away from the two. I caught a glimpse of Hailey stepping past the man after ducking a blow and clotheslining the big guy as we turned down another hall. Sending him snapping backwards and slamming down onto the floor
I absently wondered why he attacked her in broad daylight like that if they thought she knew where I was... I paused. He had probably been planning to threaten her with whatever weapon he had, kept it mostly hidden and led her out of the hospital. He apparently hadn't got the memo about how well trained she was.
By the time we found our way out of the maze, we had come around the side of the building to the parking lot to see Hailey jumping on the bike and starting it up. She scanned the area, and her eyes locked on us with laser focus, and she drove quickly toward us, engine roaring.
Dorian looked at me with a goofy grin. “Ok, even I have to admit. That was kind of hot.”
I grinned at her, and we piled onto the bike when Hailey stopped, prompting urgently, “Come on ladies. Let's go, let's go.” Then we were off, turning down the first alley we came to as we fumbled with our helmets.
Chapter 8 – Hunted
We got back to the club and dismounted. Hailey was cussing under her breath. “We won't have much time until the police are on my ass again.”
I understood that since purple isn't a real common hair color, and she had made that scene at the nurse's station with the officer, so it wasn't like she can deny it was her. And leaving the scene of an altercation is a crime. Not a serious one, but still, after the woman killed two people the prior night, the authorities are going to get all up in her life now.
Well, not serious unless...
I asked the question that had been on my mind since the hospital as she jammed her helmet into the sidecar after Dorian hopped out, “Is he...”
She cocked an eyebrow at me, then all the anger and frustration seemed to just evaporate as she gave me a crooked smile. “Dead? No. Though he was trying really hard not to give me a choice about it. He was well trained. Men like that cost a pretty penny, especially ones who aren't afraid to operate out in the open, in public like that. This Xerxes family must have the bankroll of kings.”
I shrugged. “They've had centuries of wishes to make sure of it.”
She nodded and exhaled as she reached past me to pull the doors shut on the little bike stable, reiterating, “No, he'll pull through, though he's going to be out of the picture for the near future.”
I relaxed, exhaling slowly. I don't know why, but I was relieved
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