arms of the cane back chair didn’t budge. And just what was up with his name? Werner pronounced Verner. Aside from being a cold-blooded killer, he was also a letter bigot.
Oscar the grouchy cat stretched across the polished cherry dining room table. His orange body contrasted with the beige drapes covering the small room’s wall of windows. He closed his eyes as his head reached a patch of early morning sunlight. Shadows from the fichus on the patio danced against the semi-closed shades of the French door.
Stupid cat. The least he could do is try to gnaw through the funky light bonds. After all, I had fed his fuzzy butt for the last seven days. I tugged harder. My skin bunched around the bands but I couldn’t free myself. Crap on a cracker! I’d never get out of here, if I didn’t think of something quick.
“Being infected by Spam dots and having the hots for Mr. Tall, Dark and Latino is no reason to terminate me.” I shouted at his straight back. Not even a muscle twitched but I knew he heard me. He wasn’t deaf.
“And who actually speaks like that outside of horrible Sci-Fi movies? We’re going to terminate you.” I shuddered more from the implication than from my bad German accent. I did not want to start my day dead. “Who do you think you are? Arnold?”
“Yes, ma’am.” He wedged his fingers through his close-cropped hair and traced patterns into the open living room’s plush carpet with the toe of his boot. “I have the subject contained.”
Subject. Oh no. I wasn’t even a person to him just an obstacle. That wasn’t good. Objects and insects were easy to snuff out. I bounced in my chair. The wooden legs screeched against the tumbled marble tile of the dining room.
“Hey! My name is Rae. Rae Hemplewhite. I’m not a subject; I’m a human being. With family and friends.”
Tobias covered the mouth piece with his fingers and pivoted around to face me. “Shut. Up.”
A muscle throbbed in his jaw and he narrowed his green eyes.
Under other circumstances I might have been intimidated. Right now I felt like I’d touched a thousand volt wire. I bounced a few more times in my seat. The chair legs screeched in protest and hurt my ears but at least I’d gotten his attention.
“I’m on trial for my life. I should have the right to speak in my defense.”
He stiffened and his gaze cut from me to the curtains.
Hope tattooed a beat onto my heart. Had he seen something? Was someone there? Could the cops actually be about to breakin and rescue me?
In two strides, he crossed the short distance from the carpeted living area to the French door and depressed one of the metal slats of the blinds to peer out. “Yeah, she’s definitely involved with Konstantin. Fancies herself in love with the cretin.”
My leg jerked. Only my bonds saved the douche bag from an ass whooping.
“I never said I loved him.” Lust, definitely not love and if he was the cause of my predicament, I wasn’t even sure if I liked Mr. Tall, Dark and Latino as much as I did a mild case of the flu.
Tobias released the slat. Metal rattled before the blinds settled against the French door. “The CeeBees recorded the contact between the two.”
Heat blossomed over my skin and a low ache throbbed in my joints. And speaking of the flu, I’d almost forgotten his stupid little seeds of infection. The little tattle-tale thingies may have recorded me talking to Mr. Tall, Dark and Latino, but they got nothing else on me.
I was innocent.
Tobias sauntered across the tile into the living room. Turning slightly, he propped a hip against the back of a Queen Anne’s chair and stared at me.
I was done being intimidated.
“I’m not a spy.” I hopped my chair another inch across the tile. At this rate, I’d reach the carpeting in an hour or so. I needed another plan. I glanced up at my captor. No emotion flashed in his green eyes. They were dead. But what did I expect from an assassin?
“I’ll have to wait until the CeeBees are
Oscar the grouchy cat stretched across the polished cherry dining room table. His orange body contrasted with the beige drapes covering the small room’s wall of windows. He closed his eyes as his head reached a patch of early morning sunlight. Shadows from the fichus on the patio danced against the semi-closed shades of the French door.
Stupid cat. The least he could do is try to gnaw through the funky light bonds. After all, I had fed his fuzzy butt for the last seven days. I tugged harder. My skin bunched around the bands but I couldn’t free myself. Crap on a cracker! I’d never get out of here, if I didn’t think of something quick.
“Being infected by Spam dots and having the hots for Mr. Tall, Dark and Latino is no reason to terminate me.” I shouted at his straight back. Not even a muscle twitched but I knew he heard me. He wasn’t deaf.
“And who actually speaks like that outside of horrible Sci-Fi movies? We’re going to terminate you.” I shuddered more from the implication than from my bad German accent. I did not want to start my day dead. “Who do you think you are? Arnold?”
“Yes, ma’am.” He wedged his fingers through his close-cropped hair and traced patterns into the open living room’s plush carpet with the toe of his boot. “I have the subject contained.”
Subject. Oh no. I wasn’t even a person to him just an obstacle. That wasn’t good. Objects and insects were easy to snuff out. I bounced in my chair. The wooden legs screeched against the tumbled marble tile of the dining room.
“Hey! My name is Rae. Rae Hemplewhite. I’m not a subject; I’m a human being. With family and friends.”
Tobias covered the mouth piece with his fingers and pivoted around to face me. “Shut. Up.”
A muscle throbbed in his jaw and he narrowed his green eyes.
Under other circumstances I might have been intimidated. Right now I felt like I’d touched a thousand volt wire. I bounced a few more times in my seat. The chair legs screeched in protest and hurt my ears but at least I’d gotten his attention.
“I’m on trial for my life. I should have the right to speak in my defense.”
He stiffened and his gaze cut from me to the curtains.
Hope tattooed a beat onto my heart. Had he seen something? Was someone there? Could the cops actually be about to breakin and rescue me?
In two strides, he crossed the short distance from the carpeted living area to the French door and depressed one of the metal slats of the blinds to peer out. “Yeah, she’s definitely involved with Konstantin. Fancies herself in love with the cretin.”
My leg jerked. Only my bonds saved the douche bag from an ass whooping.
“I never said I loved him.” Lust, definitely not love and if he was the cause of my predicament, I wasn’t even sure if I liked Mr. Tall, Dark and Latino as much as I did a mild case of the flu.
Tobias released the slat. Metal rattled before the blinds settled against the French door. “The CeeBees recorded the contact between the two.”
Heat blossomed over my skin and a low ache throbbed in my joints. And speaking of the flu, I’d almost forgotten his stupid little seeds of infection. The little tattle-tale thingies may have recorded me talking to Mr. Tall, Dark and Latino, but they got nothing else on me.
I was innocent.
Tobias sauntered across the tile into the living room. Turning slightly, he propped a hip against the back of a Queen Anne’s chair and stared at me.
I was done being intimidated.
“I’m not a spy.” I hopped my chair another inch across the tile. At this rate, I’d reach the carpeting in an hour or so. I needed another plan. I glanced up at my captor. No emotion flashed in his green eyes. They were dead. But what did I expect from an assassin?
“I’ll have to wait until the CeeBees are
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