added
bonus.”
She’d been right – this had been a trap. That
explained why neither Natasha or her helper had even so much as
glanced at Dee’s parked car.
And they wanted Cenrick. She glanced at him,
thrashing weakly on the floor near the doorway. No way could she
get to him, not yet.
Seeing the direction of her gaze, the guard
laughed again and pointed to Cenrick. “In a second, you’ll be just
as helpless as he is.”
He thought her Fae ? That meant he was
human, though she supposed it didn’t matter. One shot would take
care of him either way.
“Put your hands over your head,” she
yelled.
The guy didn’t move.
“Do it. Now!”
Instead, he took a step towards her. “Any
moment,” he repeated, his expectant gaze never leaving her face. He
didn’t seem to know or care that she had a 357 Magnum pointed at
him.
Dee’s hands tightened on the gun. “I said
freeze.”
Instead, he kept coming.
With no choice, she squeezed the trigger.
The guy dropped and rolled, a half-second
before.
Her bullet went wild.
The man crashed into her legs.
She went down, her gun flying across the
carpet.
The man grabbed her. She elbowed him in the
stomach.
With a cry of pain, he released her.
On her hands and knees, she went for the gun,
but he got there first and snatched it up.
Damn it.
This time, the guard’s laugh was full of
triumph. Her gun in his hand, he pointed it at her. “Now you
freeze,” he snarled.
Dee froze. She had to get to Cenrick and
touch him, but first, she had to disable Natasha’s guard.
A quick glance at Cenrick showed her he still
lay face down and unmoving.
Thinking quickly, she dropped to her knees
and began to moan as though she finally felt the effects of the
machine.
“See,” the man taunted. “Now you’re mine.” He
came closer to gloat and she knew she had him.
“Oh, yeah? Guess again.” Using her shoulder,
Dee pushed herself to her feet and rammed him.
Surprised, he fell backwards, dropping her
pistol and hitting his head on the door jam. He crashed to the
floor and stayed there, unmoving.
First, she grabbed her gun. Then she went for
Cenrick.
Grabbing him by both arms, she pressed
herself full against him. “Come on Cenrick, come back to me.”
He didn’t move.
She began to feel a teeny bit worried.
“Cenrick? Are you there?
No answer.
Crap.
Checking her watch, she saw they’d been
inside the house nearly half an hour. No telling how long before
Natasha and her other helper returned.
The other unconscious man stirred.
Great. Now what should she do?
She heard the answer as though someone had
whispered it. Touch Cenrick again. More .
Right now her only contact with him was
through her hands.
One more quick glanced at the guard assured
her he was still out. Great.
She climbed on top of Cenrick, stretching
herself out until her entire body touched him.
Body to body. Soul to Soul. Again she
could have sworn she heard a whispering voice.
Beneath her, Cenrick moved.
“Dee?” He rasped, his voice weak.
“Right here.”
“By the Plains of Lothar,” he groaned.
She rolled off him, keeping an eye on the
other guy as she stretched out by Cenrick’s side. “Are you all
right?”
“Now I am.” He flexed one hand. “My strength
is returning.”
The guard made a snuffling sound.
“Cenrick?” Dee sat up, keeping only her hands
on his arms. “We’ve got to go.”
He rolled over. “No.” He closed his eyes.
“Not until we find this machine.”
“And Mick, she reminded him.”
His eyes opened. “And Mick.” He brought his
hand up to cover hers. “Keep touching me.” To her relief, this time
he sounded almost normal. “Can you help me up?”
“Sure.” Helping him to his feet, she pointed
out the unconscious guard. “He’s out, but I don’t know how long
he’ll stay that way.”
“Come on. Let’s find it and destroy the
blasted thing.”
Still gripping her hand, he led the way down
the hall.
“I feel… something,” Dee
bonus.”
She’d been right – this had been a trap. That
explained why neither Natasha or her helper had even so much as
glanced at Dee’s parked car.
And they wanted Cenrick. She glanced at him,
thrashing weakly on the floor near the doorway. No way could she
get to him, not yet.
Seeing the direction of her gaze, the guard
laughed again and pointed to Cenrick. “In a second, you’ll be just
as helpless as he is.”
He thought her Fae ? That meant he was
human, though she supposed it didn’t matter. One shot would take
care of him either way.
“Put your hands over your head,” she
yelled.
The guy didn’t move.
“Do it. Now!”
Instead, he took a step towards her. “Any
moment,” he repeated, his expectant gaze never leaving her face. He
didn’t seem to know or care that she had a 357 Magnum pointed at
him.
Dee’s hands tightened on the gun. “I said
freeze.”
Instead, he kept coming.
With no choice, she squeezed the trigger.
The guy dropped and rolled, a half-second
before.
Her bullet went wild.
The man crashed into her legs.
She went down, her gun flying across the
carpet.
The man grabbed her. She elbowed him in the
stomach.
With a cry of pain, he released her.
On her hands and knees, she went for the gun,
but he got there first and snatched it up.
Damn it.
This time, the guard’s laugh was full of
triumph. Her gun in his hand, he pointed it at her. “Now you
freeze,” he snarled.
Dee froze. She had to get to Cenrick and
touch him, but first, she had to disable Natasha’s guard.
A quick glance at Cenrick showed her he still
lay face down and unmoving.
Thinking quickly, she dropped to her knees
and began to moan as though she finally felt the effects of the
machine.
“See,” the man taunted. “Now you’re mine.” He
came closer to gloat and she knew she had him.
“Oh, yeah? Guess again.” Using her shoulder,
Dee pushed herself to her feet and rammed him.
Surprised, he fell backwards, dropping her
pistol and hitting his head on the door jam. He crashed to the
floor and stayed there, unmoving.
First, she grabbed her gun. Then she went for
Cenrick.
Grabbing him by both arms, she pressed
herself full against him. “Come on Cenrick, come back to me.”
He didn’t move.
She began to feel a teeny bit worried.
“Cenrick? Are you there?
No answer.
Crap.
Checking her watch, she saw they’d been
inside the house nearly half an hour. No telling how long before
Natasha and her other helper returned.
The other unconscious man stirred.
Great. Now what should she do?
She heard the answer as though someone had
whispered it. Touch Cenrick again. More .
Right now her only contact with him was
through her hands.
One more quick glanced at the guard assured
her he was still out. Great.
She climbed on top of Cenrick, stretching
herself out until her entire body touched him.
Body to body. Soul to Soul. Again she
could have sworn she heard a whispering voice.
Beneath her, Cenrick moved.
“Dee?” He rasped, his voice weak.
“Right here.”
“By the Plains of Lothar,” he groaned.
She rolled off him, keeping an eye on the
other guy as she stretched out by Cenrick’s side. “Are you all
right?”
“Now I am.” He flexed one hand. “My strength
is returning.”
The guard made a snuffling sound.
“Cenrick?” Dee sat up, keeping only her hands
on his arms. “We’ve got to go.”
He rolled over. “No.” He closed his eyes.
“Not until we find this machine.”
“And Mick, she reminded him.”
His eyes opened. “And Mick.” He brought his
hand up to cover hers. “Keep touching me.” To her relief, this time
he sounded almost normal. “Can you help me up?”
“Sure.” Helping him to his feet, she pointed
out the unconscious guard. “He’s out, but I don’t know how long
he’ll stay that way.”
“Come on. Let’s find it and destroy the
blasted thing.”
Still gripping her hand, he led the way down
the hall.
“I feel… something,” Dee
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