should go.” Adram blinked out and I was left looking at the Tracker. Or I would have been if it hadn’t already run off. I needed to get out here but the gas was…was…
“On the floor now!” I didn’t have the option as my legs fell from under me and I face planted the cold marble.
My head was spinning. Torches were shining through the gas cloud and then someone in a gas mask was looking down at me.
“Who…?”
“We have her. No sign of the perpetrator. Yes sir. Come on out.” I was about to argue when a foot came down on my head. Fuck!
Chapter Four
I was standing on the top of a hill as the world below me burned into oblivion. The heavens were crying and I was laughing. Beside me, Cain held me close to him as demons, angels and humans alike fell to their knees in surrender. He turned to me and smiled,
“Soon.”
“Wake up before I throw a bucket of cold water over you.”
I jerked awake not knowing whether it was the guilt from the dream or the threat of cold water in my face. The only problem was, my face had literally stuck to the table I’d been propped against and I was chained. Some fucker had chained me! I jerked upright in the seat and tried not to look at my drool on the table as I yanked at the chains.
“I suggest you stop that immediately or I won’t be able to stop the consequences.” A fat, blading man sat opposite me sucking on a Cuban cigar. That in itself was sacrilege, a Cuban deserved to be smoked, not sucked on like a dummy. I snarled at him and pulled at the chains again. Before I could rant and rave in his face, a current of electricity pulsed through my body making me scream. The second I got my breath back, I was going to have a few un-lady like things to say.
“Please don’t do that again.”
I looked up panting, “I’m going to kill you and then I’m going to smoke that cigar!”
“I very much doubt you’ll ever get to kill me.” He actually believed himself so I snorted.
“Look, as much as I love your hospitality, what the hell do you want?”
“You.” I glared at him. The fuzziness of being knocked out with gas was finally lifting and I suddenly realised he was wearing a soldiers uniform. Although it was starting to border on being excessively tight for his overgrown gut. It also dawned on me that he was probably blaming me for the deaths of the guards.
“If you think I killed those men…”
“Miss Trescott, I know exactly who you are. Although you have killed people, many people in fact, you’ve always been meticulous. That massacre was left to be noticed.” He threw a folder on the table and I cringed as I saw my name stamped on it. “Clive, will you bring the other guest in.” We were obviously being watched, because there was no one else in the room other than a blinking red light on a camera.
“Look there’s obviously been a mistake.” Although that dossier on me looked rather thick. I couldn’t finish my little protest because the side door opened and three men walked in; one of them being in chains. I rolled my eyes when I realised who it was.
“Sit, Mr Walker.” What in the hell was the cowboy doing here?
“Sir, I’m a United States Texas Ranger and I demand to know why I’m here and chained like a thief.” He stared at me as he said thief, and I couldn’t resist flipping him the bird.
“Sit!”
“Look, who the hell are you?” Marshall might have sat down all broody but I still had a mouth in my head and I was going to use it.
“You can call me the Major.”
“Is that ‘the’ with a capital letter, making you The Major or ‘Major’ like, I dunno, Prince.” The Major looked at me obviously not liking my referral to pop culture and his so-called name,
“The Major is fine Miss Trescott. It’s quite simple why you’re both here. Mr Walker here was following you so we rounded him up at the same time as we acquired you.” I glared at Marshall, who shrugged,
“Look, I didn’t steal anything important. In
“On the floor now!” I didn’t have the option as my legs fell from under me and I face planted the cold marble.
My head was spinning. Torches were shining through the gas cloud and then someone in a gas mask was looking down at me.
“Who…?”
“We have her. No sign of the perpetrator. Yes sir. Come on out.” I was about to argue when a foot came down on my head. Fuck!
Chapter Four
I was standing on the top of a hill as the world below me burned into oblivion. The heavens were crying and I was laughing. Beside me, Cain held me close to him as demons, angels and humans alike fell to their knees in surrender. He turned to me and smiled,
“Soon.”
“Wake up before I throw a bucket of cold water over you.”
I jerked awake not knowing whether it was the guilt from the dream or the threat of cold water in my face. The only problem was, my face had literally stuck to the table I’d been propped against and I was chained. Some fucker had chained me! I jerked upright in the seat and tried not to look at my drool on the table as I yanked at the chains.
“I suggest you stop that immediately or I won’t be able to stop the consequences.” A fat, blading man sat opposite me sucking on a Cuban cigar. That in itself was sacrilege, a Cuban deserved to be smoked, not sucked on like a dummy. I snarled at him and pulled at the chains again. Before I could rant and rave in his face, a current of electricity pulsed through my body making me scream. The second I got my breath back, I was going to have a few un-lady like things to say.
“Please don’t do that again.”
I looked up panting, “I’m going to kill you and then I’m going to smoke that cigar!”
“I very much doubt you’ll ever get to kill me.” He actually believed himself so I snorted.
“Look, as much as I love your hospitality, what the hell do you want?”
“You.” I glared at him. The fuzziness of being knocked out with gas was finally lifting and I suddenly realised he was wearing a soldiers uniform. Although it was starting to border on being excessively tight for his overgrown gut. It also dawned on me that he was probably blaming me for the deaths of the guards.
“If you think I killed those men…”
“Miss Trescott, I know exactly who you are. Although you have killed people, many people in fact, you’ve always been meticulous. That massacre was left to be noticed.” He threw a folder on the table and I cringed as I saw my name stamped on it. “Clive, will you bring the other guest in.” We were obviously being watched, because there was no one else in the room other than a blinking red light on a camera.
“Look there’s obviously been a mistake.” Although that dossier on me looked rather thick. I couldn’t finish my little protest because the side door opened and three men walked in; one of them being in chains. I rolled my eyes when I realised who it was.
“Sit, Mr Walker.” What in the hell was the cowboy doing here?
“Sir, I’m a United States Texas Ranger and I demand to know why I’m here and chained like a thief.” He stared at me as he said thief, and I couldn’t resist flipping him the bird.
“Sit!”
“Look, who the hell are you?” Marshall might have sat down all broody but I still had a mouth in my head and I was going to use it.
“You can call me the Major.”
“Is that ‘the’ with a capital letter, making you The Major or ‘Major’ like, I dunno, Prince.” The Major looked at me obviously not liking my referral to pop culture and his so-called name,
“The Major is fine Miss Trescott. It’s quite simple why you’re both here. Mr Walker here was following you so we rounded him up at the same time as we acquired you.” I glared at Marshall, who shrugged,
“Look, I didn’t steal anything important. In
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