anything going on in the house, call 911.”
“Isn’t something supposed to be going on in the house?” Lois folded her arms.
“Yes, but if I’m able to do what I need to do, you won’t be able to tell something’s going on. If things start to go wrong, it’ll get noisy.” To say the least. “My main objective is to find the girl and get her out.”
“And kill Whittaker.” She added with a hard look.
“I will kill him, but when we meet, it’ll be messy. I want the girl out of there first.” Though that scenario would be ideal, Xan didn’t believe he’d get in without the dragon’s notice. It was the Governor’s territory after all. The modern security system would be enough to deter anyone, but a dragon didn’t need the technology. He would know when someone entered his lair.
“Okay. Alyssa first. And yes,” Lois groaned. “Once you bring the girl out, I’ll take her to the police. Don’t stop for anything. Alert the media too just in case the police are in Whittaker’s pocket.”
Xan breathed out, forcing his overly tense muscles to relax. This just might work. The odds were stacked against him, but if he could manage to get in without sounding an alarm, he might be able to save the girl.
“Thank you.” He wanted to stuff Lois back in the car. Every bit of him screamed to keep her safe. This was no place to make a scene, though.
Lois grabbed him by the collar of his fireproof black jacket and yanked him to her. Her mouth mashed against his. Supple and hard, hot and desperate. There was a hint of caramel from her coffee on her lips to add a bit of sweetness to a kiss that was anything but. An electric tingling raced from his ears to his toes, and a rush of adrenaline that had nothing to do with the mission ahead.
He didn’t realize he was kissing her back until she pulled away. Lois made a small sound, something between pleasure and frustration.
“Good. Now I’m flushed. I look much more drunk. It’s been four minutes.” She ran her hands through her hair, but it only looked more tussled. She hitched up her skirt a few inches. Her long legs pale and gorgeous in the moonlight. “Good luck.”
Lois winked at him and wobbled down the sidewalk before he could gain enough sense to grab her. She crossed the road to pass the gate of Whittaker’s estate and stumbled once. Not in front of the gate, but near it. Enough to make some noise so the guard came to the gate. He watched her as she walked toward him.
Damn tricky woman. There was no way he could stop her now without ruining everything. Fury coursed through him, but also a frustrating sense of admiration.
Xan silently admitted Lois was right. No one would believe he got robbed. This was the one way he could get in without setting off an alarm.
“You all right, miss?” The guard’s voice was gravelly from the cigarette.
Hearing him speak set Xan in motion. He’d been too busy staring at Lois to get himself in position. He snagged a pack and a rifle from the car and quietly shut the door. Keeping in the dark shadows, he hurried along the street.
Lois spoke to the guard, and she laughed. A gurgling drunk laugh that turned to a sob. She apologized, wiping at her eyes, and asked if she could use his phone. His eyes roamed over her body as he flicked his cigarette away. From the way he moved, Xan could tell he was human.
“Sure. Anything to help. Just let me open the gate.” The guard went into his little booth and punched the password into the computer. The gate’s bolts slid back with a click and it swung open toward the manor on the opposite side of the booth.
Waiting until the gate was fully open, Lois walked forward and stumbled again, catching hold of the side of the gate. She slid to her knees, letting out another little cry. She apologized again as the guard rushed out to help her. The perfect position with his back to Xan.
It took three seconds for Xan to dart out and hit the man on the back of the head. He caught the
“Isn’t something supposed to be going on in the house?” Lois folded her arms.
“Yes, but if I’m able to do what I need to do, you won’t be able to tell something’s going on. If things start to go wrong, it’ll get noisy.” To say the least. “My main objective is to find the girl and get her out.”
“And kill Whittaker.” She added with a hard look.
“I will kill him, but when we meet, it’ll be messy. I want the girl out of there first.” Though that scenario would be ideal, Xan didn’t believe he’d get in without the dragon’s notice. It was the Governor’s territory after all. The modern security system would be enough to deter anyone, but a dragon didn’t need the technology. He would know when someone entered his lair.
“Okay. Alyssa first. And yes,” Lois groaned. “Once you bring the girl out, I’ll take her to the police. Don’t stop for anything. Alert the media too just in case the police are in Whittaker’s pocket.”
Xan breathed out, forcing his overly tense muscles to relax. This just might work. The odds were stacked against him, but if he could manage to get in without sounding an alarm, he might be able to save the girl.
“Thank you.” He wanted to stuff Lois back in the car. Every bit of him screamed to keep her safe. This was no place to make a scene, though.
Lois grabbed him by the collar of his fireproof black jacket and yanked him to her. Her mouth mashed against his. Supple and hard, hot and desperate. There was a hint of caramel from her coffee on her lips to add a bit of sweetness to a kiss that was anything but. An electric tingling raced from his ears to his toes, and a rush of adrenaline that had nothing to do with the mission ahead.
He didn’t realize he was kissing her back until she pulled away. Lois made a small sound, something between pleasure and frustration.
“Good. Now I’m flushed. I look much more drunk. It’s been four minutes.” She ran her hands through her hair, but it only looked more tussled. She hitched up her skirt a few inches. Her long legs pale and gorgeous in the moonlight. “Good luck.”
Lois winked at him and wobbled down the sidewalk before he could gain enough sense to grab her. She crossed the road to pass the gate of Whittaker’s estate and stumbled once. Not in front of the gate, but near it. Enough to make some noise so the guard came to the gate. He watched her as she walked toward him.
Damn tricky woman. There was no way he could stop her now without ruining everything. Fury coursed through him, but also a frustrating sense of admiration.
Xan silently admitted Lois was right. No one would believe he got robbed. This was the one way he could get in without setting off an alarm.
“You all right, miss?” The guard’s voice was gravelly from the cigarette.
Hearing him speak set Xan in motion. He’d been too busy staring at Lois to get himself in position. He snagged a pack and a rifle from the car and quietly shut the door. Keeping in the dark shadows, he hurried along the street.
Lois spoke to the guard, and she laughed. A gurgling drunk laugh that turned to a sob. She apologized, wiping at her eyes, and asked if she could use his phone. His eyes roamed over her body as he flicked his cigarette away. From the way he moved, Xan could tell he was human.
“Sure. Anything to help. Just let me open the gate.” The guard went into his little booth and punched the password into the computer. The gate’s bolts slid back with a click and it swung open toward the manor on the opposite side of the booth.
Waiting until the gate was fully open, Lois walked forward and stumbled again, catching hold of the side of the gate. She slid to her knees, letting out another little cry. She apologized again as the guard rushed out to help her. The perfect position with his back to Xan.
It took three seconds for Xan to dart out and hit the man on the back of the head. He caught the