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Authors: No Stranger to Danger (Evernight)
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knee up to push herself up the rest of the way. Logan reached over and took her by the arm as she struggled into the seat. Mara turned and sat, her eyes gliding over the control panel as Logan flipped switches.
She shook her head in disbelief. Surely this was a dream. Mara turned to him fully. "It has been five damn long years, Logan. Mind telling me, now that we can talk without whispering, why the hell I am here and what this is all about?"
"We're in a little trouble, if you can't tell." He glanced up at her, his stare raking up her legs, over her body to her eyes. "Maybe we should hold this conversation for later?"
Mara tossed herself back in the seat as the plane started moving, and she gripped the leather sides, her heart thumping a little faster—as though the little situation she had just left was nothing now that she was seated in a plane Logan intended to fly.
"There isn’t a we anymore. You may be in trouble, but that doesn’t have a damn thing to do with me. This—" she stopped to waved her hands animatedly around her "—is your life. You wanted it that way, remember?"
"Do you seriously think that you aren’t in this now, too?" He cut her a look of annoyance.
She turned on him, narrowing her gaze.
Logan sighed. "I'm sorry."
"Whatever." Meaning, fuck you .
"The man who had you taken is named John Conyers, and I took something he wants back very badly. He is an extremely bad, dangerous man, Mara, and he will use anything he can against me to keep me from telling his secrets—which is why he brought you here. He wants me dead ‘cause I've caused a colossal hitch in his plans for the US."
"I thought you swore to me you would keep me out of your secret life! How does this man even know about me?" she yelled over the rising motor sounds.
Logan started, but sighed and clamped his teeth, raking a hand through his hair. "He found a photo of you," he called as he turned the plane to leave the building.
A spray of bullets pinged the side of the plane, and Mara screamed, ducking to cover her head as Logan turned the aircraft in a small semi-circle. She dared to peek up over the dash, to see them headed toward the open back of the building that led out onto a short runway she wouldn’t have suspected was there.
They began moving faster.
Another plunking of bullets hit the plane, and Mara ducked back down.
She cocked her head to the side, still bent in her lap and glared harder in disbelief. "A photo ?" She slightly shook her head once side to side. "Where'd he get it?" she yelled over the roar of the engine.
"That doesn’t matter. What matters is that we get the intel I have into the right hands ASAP. To do that, we have to stay alive."
Mara reared back. "We?" She gave him a short laugh. "Not only no, Logan, but a resounding hell no. Are you effin ' kidding me? Take me the hell back home!"
"We are less than a thousand klicks north of an active warzone and you think I can just snap my fingers and take you home? No, darling, you're stuck with me 'til it's safe to go back home."
Mara's face fell. Everything inside her fell, too. An active warzone? She stopped to look around them as they left the building, and the mountains in the distance surely weren’t the Smoky Mountains. She scanned the dim horizon and then looked at her ex-husband.
"You got me into this shit, Logan. Somehow, someway, and you are going to get me out of it. It is apparent I am no safer with you than I am at home."
"Just shut up for now, damn it," he yelled. The plane built up speed as they left the backside of the building, bullets pinging into the back of the plane again.
"Whose plane is this?"
" Sha Amud's ," Logan said. He turned to face her as Mara felt the plane begin to lift up and he shrugged. "Just some terrorist trying to destroy America. Dime-a-dozen type of guy."
Mara stared at him a moment. "I'm going to be sick," she said, more to herself than to Logan, and gripped the dash as if her life depended on it. "Have you
She shook her head in disbelief. Surely this was a dream. Mara turned to him fully. "It has been five damn long years, Logan. Mind telling me, now that we can talk without whispering, why the hell I am here and what this is all about?"
"We're in a little trouble, if you can't tell." He glanced up at her, his stare raking up her legs, over her body to her eyes. "Maybe we should hold this conversation for later?"
Mara tossed herself back in the seat as the plane started moving, and she gripped the leather sides, her heart thumping a little faster—as though the little situation she had just left was nothing now that she was seated in a plane Logan intended to fly.
"There isn’t a we anymore. You may be in trouble, but that doesn’t have a damn thing to do with me. This—" she stopped to waved her hands animatedly around her "—is your life. You wanted it that way, remember?"
"Do you seriously think that you aren’t in this now, too?" He cut her a look of annoyance.
She turned on him, narrowing her gaze.
Logan sighed. "I'm sorry."
"Whatever." Meaning, fuck you .
"The man who had you taken is named John Conyers, and I took something he wants back very badly. He is an extremely bad, dangerous man, Mara, and he will use anything he can against me to keep me from telling his secrets—which is why he brought you here. He wants me dead ‘cause I've caused a colossal hitch in his plans for the US."
"I thought you swore to me you would keep me out of your secret life! How does this man even know about me?" she yelled over the rising motor sounds.
Logan started, but sighed and clamped his teeth, raking a hand through his hair. "He found a photo of you," he called as he turned the plane to leave the building.
A spray of bullets pinged the side of the plane, and Mara screamed, ducking to cover her head as Logan turned the aircraft in a small semi-circle. She dared to peek up over the dash, to see them headed toward the open back of the building that led out onto a short runway she wouldn’t have suspected was there.
They began moving faster.
Another plunking of bullets hit the plane, and Mara ducked back down.
She cocked her head to the side, still bent in her lap and glared harder in disbelief. "A photo ?" She slightly shook her head once side to side. "Where'd he get it?" she yelled over the roar of the engine.
"That doesn’t matter. What matters is that we get the intel I have into the right hands ASAP. To do that, we have to stay alive."
Mara reared back. "We?" She gave him a short laugh. "Not only no, Logan, but a resounding hell no. Are you effin ' kidding me? Take me the hell back home!"
"We are less than a thousand klicks north of an active warzone and you think I can just snap my fingers and take you home? No, darling, you're stuck with me 'til it's safe to go back home."
Mara's face fell. Everything inside her fell, too. An active warzone? She stopped to look around them as they left the building, and the mountains in the distance surely weren’t the Smoky Mountains. She scanned the dim horizon and then looked at her ex-husband.
"You got me into this shit, Logan. Somehow, someway, and you are going to get me out of it. It is apparent I am no safer with you than I am at home."
"Just shut up for now, damn it," he yelled. The plane built up speed as they left the backside of the building, bullets pinging into the back of the plane again.
"Whose plane is this?"
" Sha Amud's ," Logan said. He turned to face her as Mara felt the plane begin to lift up and he shrugged. "Just some terrorist trying to destroy America. Dime-a-dozen type of guy."
Mara stared at him a moment. "I'm going to be sick," she said, more to herself than to Logan, and gripped the dash as if her life depended on it. "Have you