first few vital minutes.
"I don't want to hurt you, but I must. Turian is damnably fast. It will take him a few seconds to get to the gun and one more to reach the edge. If you get hit with that... you saw your fighter."
He could feel her nod and the way a shiver went down her spine.
"When I say so, relax your whole body. Let me pull you where we need to go. Don't cling or we will both fall. I need you to put your life in my hands."
"Yes," she replied, although her voice was nothing more than a breathless whisper.
"Now," Soros said and Kat fired.
Her action took him by surprise, but Turian got the worst of it. Soros took one moment to see she'd hit him square in the right thigh and then they dropped.
His instincts kicked in as the only thought that rushed through his mind was, Not a bad shot indeed.
She was amazing as they fell, sliding down the hill. Soros held her limp body against his chest, moving as though she was nothing more than additional equipment to carry. He steered them as best as he could, but the going was rough.
Kat was performing better than he could have hoped. He could feel her heartbeat grow wild under his grip, but she fought as hard as she could against the instinct to try and hold on.
A shot went past them. Turian had reached the edge at last, but they were moving with enough speed already that it went wide over their heads. Soros thought he could hear the clan lord's angry roar echo, but it didn't matter. The distance they'd traveled sliding down the side of the mountain right onto the wide open of the ice was too much for anyone's aim. Actually hitting them was practically impossible, but he couldn't fault Turian for trying.
He could hear that the fighters were approaching. No doubt calling them had been Turian's first move after seeing the rifle was useless.
There was a small hill up ahead, and below it, another passage. Soros had trained in it many times, but with Kat, even reaching the cover was difficult. He was used to aiming with only his body weight and now he had to compensate for two.
She was amazing, incredible. As they sped towards the hill with nothing to indicate that they weren't going to become bloody specks on the white ice, Kat only screamed. She fought her reflexes to the end, only throwing her hands around him when they slid into the hill with full speed and dropped below.
Soros tried to shield her from the worst blows, but the tunnel was knocking them around like pebbles in an avalanche. Above their heads, fighters opened fire on the ice, but they were too deep for it to reach them. They needed to move before a lucky hit crashed the ceiling, but that was the last thing on Soros' mind.
They had landed, Soros' arms still wrapped around Kat. He pushed himself up, bruised and battered, but alive.
"Kat," he called, pulling her unconscious body into his lap. " Kat! "
Chapter Thirteen
Soros
H e could no longer hear her breathe.
It filled Soros with terror he couldn't remember feeling in his life. Every bit of danger he'd inflicted upon Kat, every moment since they met, he had always considered her soft breathing to be the most natural thing in the world. Even back in the cave and during their escape from it, Soros had somehow felt that she was alive and near.
Now that beautiful creature lay across his lap, unmoving. Soros couldn't imagine anything more horrifying than that sight, after the way she'd done so well out on the ocean of ice. He fumbled in his belt, looking for anything that might help.
She wasn't gone yet, but the fall had been too much for her. As his panic passed, Soros could feel her chest move, but only ever so slightly. With nothing else to do, Soros slipped an adrenaline pill between her soft lips.
She had been tossed around like a leaf in the wind, but now Kat's body needed a kick to start fighting.
As soon as he felt her swallow the medicine, a shock went through her body. He held her through the trembles that wrecked her small frame, hoping he
"I don't want to hurt you, but I must. Turian is damnably fast. It will take him a few seconds to get to the gun and one more to reach the edge. If you get hit with that... you saw your fighter."
He could feel her nod and the way a shiver went down her spine.
"When I say so, relax your whole body. Let me pull you where we need to go. Don't cling or we will both fall. I need you to put your life in my hands."
"Yes," she replied, although her voice was nothing more than a breathless whisper.
"Now," Soros said and Kat fired.
Her action took him by surprise, but Turian got the worst of it. Soros took one moment to see she'd hit him square in the right thigh and then they dropped.
His instincts kicked in as the only thought that rushed through his mind was, Not a bad shot indeed.
She was amazing as they fell, sliding down the hill. Soros held her limp body against his chest, moving as though she was nothing more than additional equipment to carry. He steered them as best as he could, but the going was rough.
Kat was performing better than he could have hoped. He could feel her heartbeat grow wild under his grip, but she fought as hard as she could against the instinct to try and hold on.
A shot went past them. Turian had reached the edge at last, but they were moving with enough speed already that it went wide over their heads. Soros thought he could hear the clan lord's angry roar echo, but it didn't matter. The distance they'd traveled sliding down the side of the mountain right onto the wide open of the ice was too much for anyone's aim. Actually hitting them was practically impossible, but he couldn't fault Turian for trying.
He could hear that the fighters were approaching. No doubt calling them had been Turian's first move after seeing the rifle was useless.
There was a small hill up ahead, and below it, another passage. Soros had trained in it many times, but with Kat, even reaching the cover was difficult. He was used to aiming with only his body weight and now he had to compensate for two.
She was amazing, incredible. As they sped towards the hill with nothing to indicate that they weren't going to become bloody specks on the white ice, Kat only screamed. She fought her reflexes to the end, only throwing her hands around him when they slid into the hill with full speed and dropped below.
Soros tried to shield her from the worst blows, but the tunnel was knocking them around like pebbles in an avalanche. Above their heads, fighters opened fire on the ice, but they were too deep for it to reach them. They needed to move before a lucky hit crashed the ceiling, but that was the last thing on Soros' mind.
They had landed, Soros' arms still wrapped around Kat. He pushed himself up, bruised and battered, but alive.
"Kat," he called, pulling her unconscious body into his lap. " Kat! "
Chapter Thirteen
Soros
H e could no longer hear her breathe.
It filled Soros with terror he couldn't remember feeling in his life. Every bit of danger he'd inflicted upon Kat, every moment since they met, he had always considered her soft breathing to be the most natural thing in the world. Even back in the cave and during their escape from it, Soros had somehow felt that she was alive and near.
Now that beautiful creature lay across his lap, unmoving. Soros couldn't imagine anything more horrifying than that sight, after the way she'd done so well out on the ocean of ice. He fumbled in his belt, looking for anything that might help.
She wasn't gone yet, but the fall had been too much for her. As his panic passed, Soros could feel her chest move, but only ever so slightly. With nothing else to do, Soros slipped an adrenaline pill between her soft lips.
She had been tossed around like a leaf in the wind, but now Kat's body needed a kick to start fighting.
As soon as he felt her swallow the medicine, a shock went through her body. He held her through the trembles that wrecked her small frame, hoping he
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