No Stranger to Danger by No Stranger to Danger (Evernight)

watched behind them until she felt his tug on her arm, and she followed him outside into the inky dark.
    Quietly and swiftly they made their way around the corner of the sandstone villa, stopping short only for the circle of illumination cast by a security light before they came to the back side. Logan scanned the area, assuring that it was safe. When they were clear, he pulled her with him, blocking her against the building with his body.
    Mara peeked over Logan's shoulder. In the back of the main house was a barren yard with a large metal building set far back. There were leafy shade trees planted around a large fountain set between them and the other building.
    "What are we doing?" Mara whispered.
    "Not sure yet." He motioned her to follow to a tree, and when they came to it, he pulled her against his chest.
    Mara immediately balked, but they were on the move again, coming closer to the other building. Tree to shadow to another tree, they made their way over. Logan eased down on his haunches as they came to a stop in the last shadow before a floodlight, at the corner of the building, and Mara sank down behind him. He held the gun he had taken from the man in the room and gripped it tightly.
    Mara bit her lip. Two men stood in front of the building's doors.
    "Okay," Logan whispered. He turned on his heel toward her, his gold-blond hair falling in front of his eyes before he raked it back. "Stay here, wait for my signal."
    She looked at him dumbly a moment. Stay? Here? She glanced around her. "What do I do if someone comes?" she whispered urgently, grabbing his arm as he started to move away.
    "Then you pick up one of those rocks—" he indicated the large rocks arranged as a boarder around a tree "—and do what you were going to do before with that brick."
    " Wa —" Wait trailed off as Logan disappeared into the shadows. She didn’t see him for a moment, but a second later spotted him again about twenty-yards from the building and two men.
    And then he walked out into the bright illumination.
    Mara gasped.
    The guards sprang at him, but Logan lifted the gun and put a bullet in each of them. Their bodies dropped backwards into the sandy dirt.
    Mara clamped her hand to her mouth and stared shell-shocked at the scene.
    Oh … shit!
    Logan went for the wide doors and gave one a shove. It slid inwards on rollers against the inner wall, and he ducked his head inside. She waited on tenterhooks until he looked back to her, motioning with a wave of his arm for her to come to him.
    Mara looked around her before she stood, and with shaking legs, she ran to him as fast as she could barefoot and in what was left of her evening dress. He pulled her inside the building by her arm and shut the door with a bang, securing a lock.
    The only light to see by was the dim glow of security lights. Mara looked up and caught the red blink of a security camera turning their way.
    "Logan," she said and tugged his arm, pointing.
    "Shit," he breathed. "Come on."
    He let go of her to hurry ahead, and Mara followed behind him, but promptly skidded to a halt when she saw the small, white plane. Her mouth fell open as Logan pulled the door open and vaulted himself into the pilot's seat.
    "We don’t got a lot of time, Mara. Get in," he called from the door.
    " Oh God ," she breathed. No, no, no. She despised flying, and she especially despised it when her ex-husband was behind the controllers.
    Shouts coming from outside the building prodded her into a run. Mara glanced at the door as it began to rattle and then hurried to the other side.   She jumped to grab the handle, yanked it, and began to fumble with the door as it waved in front of her. She caught the glossy metal in her hand and pushed the small door all the way open, grasped upward for anything to pull herself up with as the engine started to wind up in a whoosh-whoosh sound.
    She grabbed hold of the seat and pulled herself in, her belly dragging over the floorboards until she could bring her