Elite Dragoons 1: New Recruits (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Online Free PDF

his skin with barely a whisper. He carefully uncoiled it from around the silver post and then wound it around his finger.
    Images bombarded him.
    Sara waved good-bye to her friends and headed out of the hotel. When she got outside she shivered in the cool night air, cursing the fact she hadn’t had the foresight to bring along a cardigan or sweater. When she glanced toward the taxi stand she frowned because the two streetlights which usually illuminated the area weren’t working. She gave a mental shrug and began walking toward the cab pickup. The hair on the back of her neck prickled and she looked over her shoulder, behind her, but there was no one there. Sara berated herself for her overactive imagination and picked up her pace.
    Mentally cursing when she saw the black void between the two buildings up ahead where the alleyway was, she again berated herself for her paranoia. In all the time she had lived in Chadron, Nebraska, she had never heard of anyone being mugged or being the victim of a violent crime. So why did tonight feel dangerous?
    She walked a little faster and sighed with relief when she saw oncoming headlights in the distance and hoped it was one the taxis returning to the stand after taking another fare home. But it was still too far away for her to see the top and deduce whether it was in fact a cab, and because the streetlights were out, she doubted the driver could see her.
    As she drew closer to the alley her whole body went on alert. She squinted her eyes, trying to see into the dark bowels of the abyss, but she couldn’t detect any shadow or movement. Releasing another sigh of relief she stepped out onto the road between the two buildings, but before she had reached the middle of the entrance of the alley, she was grabbed from behind. A large, sweaty hand clamped down over her mouth and a muscular arm wrapped around her waist. She was lifted from her feet and being carried into the alley. Sara-Jane’s scream was muffled but she kicked back with both legs and dug her nails into the arm and hand at her mouth.
    It was only then that she saw the shadow of a large, dark vehicle parked in the lane. Another form emerged from the shadows in the shape of a man. He spoke rapidly to her kidnapper, but she couldn’t understand what he was saying. He wasn’t speaking English. The new man reached for her legs, and she kicked out at him, but it didn’t help. Eventually he grabbed her ankles in a bruising grip, but she continued to buck, fight, and scream in the hope that someone would hear or see her.
    The door to the large black van slid open and the men carried her into it and she was dropped onto the hard floor. The hand which had been over her mouth fell away and she gulped in a few deep breaths, filling her lungs with oxygen, and then she inhaled again, her intention to scream as loudly as she could. She never got the chance. The one who had restrained her legs straddled her, pinning her limbs and body to the floor with his body weight, and then covered her mouth and nose with his hand.
    Sara fought, but it was ineffectual. She became weak from lack of air and she slumped to the ground as darkness crept over her. She tried to see the faces of her kidnappers, but they were covered with masks of some kind and she could barely see their eyes. Slowly she began to drift until finally she knew no more.
    “That’s enough,” Whit bit out and gripped Hay’s shoulder.
    Hay drew in a ragged breath and shook his head to dispel the last image of Sara-Jane losing consciousness. He still felt light-headed, and it took him a while to come back to reality. When he had, he wished he hadn’t. His gut churned with fear, and there was a knot of pain over his heart. Hay wasn’t sure if what he was feeling was a remnant of the vision he’d just had, what Sara-Jane had been feeling, or whether it was his own emotions roiling through him at what Sara had endured, must still be enduring. With care, he unwound the strand of