evidently unwilling to use magic to find her.
‘Boss. We’ve got to go.’ Jürgen’s voice sounded strangled and there was another volley of shots.
‘I know you’re still here,’ Cain growled as he stalked around the space she occupied, but missed the spot on which she stood every time.
It was uncanny. How was she doing this?
Sabra didn’t dare move, and breathed shallow, gentle breaths.
Cain let loose another curse and raked over the bottles and perfumes on her dresser in frustration. The motion sent them raining down in a shower of jewel coloured glass. The gesture epitomised the anger his face managed to contain. ‘Come out of hiding. We don’t have time for games.’ He paced around the room, each time missing where she stood.
Games? Who’s been playing the games? she thought. Not me .
‘Boss!’ Jürgen’s voice carried up the stairwell, and it sounded genuinely worried.
‘Please,’ Cain’s voice fell low, ‘where the hell are you?’
Sabra stared at him — with his body clad in black military-style clothing and a gun slung over his shoulder, he looked like something from a gun fanciers’ magazine. Sexy, desirable and dangerous. Her heart sped up, and it was all she could do to control a sharp inhalation of breath.
As she watched, Cain bowed his head, and at the sound of more gunshots fired downstairs, he didn’t even flinch.
With a deep sigh, he moved forward in the room and stopped before her, though he still clearly had no idea she stood only centimetres away from him.
The smell of him made her weak. Spicy, with a twang of sweat that didn’t diminish the attraction in the least. Frozen where she stood, her fingers itched to run the length of his chest, to feel the sculpture of his muscles beneath the rough material of his black shirt.
Cain sighed again, and this time his sweet breath made her hair flutter. Yet he seemed oblivious to her nearness. He closed his eyes, and Sabra barely dared to breathe. His breath caressed her, running down her cheek and neck as his head bowed low. Her nipples puckered underneath her clothes at this respiratory caress. They were so hard and erect, if he moved a centimetre closer he’d brush against them. Her body burned with want at this closeness and all she could do — was hold her breath and wait.
Abruptly, Cain gave a low growl of pure frustration. He whirled away from her, the heel of his boot digging into the soft carpet. Clicking his gun into his hand, and checking it was loaded, he leapt down the stairs and was gone.
Sabra released her breath, her starved lungs screaming and her body tingling with need.
He’d be back, she knew.
***
For what seemed like a long time, Sabra stayed motionless listening somewhat worriedly to another skirmish as it took place below. Guns snapped, men yelled, thuds could be heard.
Lord it sounded worse than a video game down there.
To distract herself, she tried to ponder this new skill of camouflage. What exactly had she done? She didn’t feel particularly different. Was she still invisible? This was definitely a development and a skill she was going to need, as well as hone and practice, in the coming months…or maybe even years.
What on earth am I going to do?
After a while, Sabra’s legs began to ache with the inactivity. She needed to move, and the sounds of fighting seemed to have moved out into the front yard. She really needed to get some of her things and get out of the house while everyone else seemed distracted. Would the government people think she’d gone with Cain and Jürgen? Or would they think she was dead? Was that a good thing or a bad thing?
As silently as she could manage, she crept down the stairs. There was a black-clad special forces man collapsed near the open front door. Blood was pooling around a hole in his chest. She glanced out the front door. Hollis was there, not dead, but groaning. His radio crackled and he lifted a blood-stained hand to touch the speaker
‘Boss. We’ve got to go.’ Jürgen’s voice sounded strangled and there was another volley of shots.
‘I know you’re still here,’ Cain growled as he stalked around the space she occupied, but missed the spot on which she stood every time.
It was uncanny. How was she doing this?
Sabra didn’t dare move, and breathed shallow, gentle breaths.
Cain let loose another curse and raked over the bottles and perfumes on her dresser in frustration. The motion sent them raining down in a shower of jewel coloured glass. The gesture epitomised the anger his face managed to contain. ‘Come out of hiding. We don’t have time for games.’ He paced around the room, each time missing where she stood.
Games? Who’s been playing the games? she thought. Not me .
‘Boss!’ Jürgen’s voice carried up the stairwell, and it sounded genuinely worried.
‘Please,’ Cain’s voice fell low, ‘where the hell are you?’
Sabra stared at him — with his body clad in black military-style clothing and a gun slung over his shoulder, he looked like something from a gun fanciers’ magazine. Sexy, desirable and dangerous. Her heart sped up, and it was all she could do to control a sharp inhalation of breath.
As she watched, Cain bowed his head, and at the sound of more gunshots fired downstairs, he didn’t even flinch.
With a deep sigh, he moved forward in the room and stopped before her, though he still clearly had no idea she stood only centimetres away from him.
The smell of him made her weak. Spicy, with a twang of sweat that didn’t diminish the attraction in the least. Frozen where she stood, her fingers itched to run the length of his chest, to feel the sculpture of his muscles beneath the rough material of his black shirt.
Cain sighed again, and this time his sweet breath made her hair flutter. Yet he seemed oblivious to her nearness. He closed his eyes, and Sabra barely dared to breathe. His breath caressed her, running down her cheek and neck as his head bowed low. Her nipples puckered underneath her clothes at this respiratory caress. They were so hard and erect, if he moved a centimetre closer he’d brush against them. Her body burned with want at this closeness and all she could do — was hold her breath and wait.
Abruptly, Cain gave a low growl of pure frustration. He whirled away from her, the heel of his boot digging into the soft carpet. Clicking his gun into his hand, and checking it was loaded, he leapt down the stairs and was gone.
Sabra released her breath, her starved lungs screaming and her body tingling with need.
He’d be back, she knew.
***
For what seemed like a long time, Sabra stayed motionless listening somewhat worriedly to another skirmish as it took place below. Guns snapped, men yelled, thuds could be heard.
Lord it sounded worse than a video game down there.
To distract herself, she tried to ponder this new skill of camouflage. What exactly had she done? She didn’t feel particularly different. Was she still invisible? This was definitely a development and a skill she was going to need, as well as hone and practice, in the coming months…or maybe even years.
What on earth am I going to do?
After a while, Sabra’s legs began to ache with the inactivity. She needed to move, and the sounds of fighting seemed to have moved out into the front yard. She really needed to get some of her things and get out of the house while everyone else seemed distracted. Would the government people think she’d gone with Cain and Jürgen? Or would they think she was dead? Was that a good thing or a bad thing?
As silently as she could manage, she crept down the stairs. There was a black-clad special forces man collapsed near the open front door. Blood was pooling around a hole in his chest. She glanced out the front door. Hollis was there, not dead, but groaning. His radio crackled and he lifted a blood-stained hand to touch the speaker
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