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sure,” he said lightly. He wasn’t even breathing
hard, the bastard.
“Well,” she
said between pants, “that’s the thing about having a team. Backup and all.” She
dipped her head to him, and he smiled.
“Glad I could
help. I’m glad you’re okay, Liv.”
She furrowed
her brows at his sincere expression. “This isn’t a very good distraction
technique.”
He dropped his
ready stance. “It wasn’t meant to be. My distraction technique would be more
like, ‘Do you believe in demons now? Why do you think they attacked Necropolis
if they don’t have weaponry?’”
“Of course I
believe in demons. I’ve seen them haven’t I? And who says they don’t have—hey!”
She jumped his sudden leg sweep, landing a glancing blow on his shoulder as he
rose. They skirmished for a couple of minutes, and then he kicked out to drive
her back.
She dodged and
captured his leg in her hands. She spun his ankle. His own momentum took him
down, but he somehow hooked his other leg behind her back and took her with
him.
They landed on
the mat in a panting tangle of arms and legs, Liv half on top of Jordan. She
looked up at his face to gauge his next move and the scent of him hit her: warm
clean man and spicy cologne. She felt him panting under her, felt his heart
pounding in his chest, felt the heat of him against her belly and legs, felt
his muscles tense as he prepared for her next move. His eyes were the wild blue
of burning selenium, and Lord, he was sexy. How had she never noticed before?
Then he smiled,
warming her from the inside out. “Do you yield?”
She abruptly realized
she was practically lying on top of him, staring into his flame-blue eyes like
a fawning puppy. What the hell is this? Mortified, she leapt to her feet and mumbled some excuse about showers.
She fled the
room and didn’t look back.
* * *
Back in the
briefing room, Jordan acted as if nothing unusual had happened, and Liv
breathed a sigh of relief.
She was chatting
with Gin about a techno Beethoven mix she wanted Liv to hear when Ben walked in
and announced, “I’m fine, just like I said.”
Jordan asked,
“Do you have bandages?”
Liv grinned at
him. “Or antibiotics?”
Gin said, “Did
they slather something on the wounds?”
Trent’s black
eyes creased. “Did they stitch anything?”
“How about pain
meds?” Connor’s glacial green eyes warmed when he smiled.
Ben scowled.
“Okay, yes, they did all of that, but I’m fine. I didn’t need all of that
crap.”
Liv said, “Bet
it feels better now, though, doesn’t it?”
Ben mumbled
something incoherent as General Mace arrived and strode to his chair.
“Lieutenant?”
“I’m good, sir.
All patched up.”
The general
turned to Connor as everyone else took their seats. “Commander?”
Connor began
the report. “We arrived in Blue Beach and, with no immediate danger in the
vicinity, proceeded to Ganja.”
As Connor
continued, the others added details when necessary. Trent brought up the damage
to the buildings. “It looked like frag grenades, sir.”
General Mace
turned to Jordan. “Is that possible?”
“I don’t know.
I haven’t run across stories of demons blowing things up, but I admittedly only
started studying demon culture three days ago. Trent?”
“I’ve never
heard of them carrying weapons at all.”
“They hardly
need them with their claws and fire breath.”
“Fire breath?”
General Mace stared at Jordan.
Connor said,
“I’m getting to that.”
He finished the
report, and General Mace said, “We need to find out if they’ve got weapons.”
Connor nodded. “We
shouldn’t have any problem testing the wreckage. There were plenty of powder
burns.”
Liv grinned. She’d
been wanting to test the new portable mass spectrometer in the field, but
nothing had come up yet.
General Mace nodded.
“We’ll have to postpone your trip to L-634S today. The five of you go back to
Blue Beach with whatever
hard, the bastard.
“Well,” she
said between pants, “that’s the thing about having a team. Backup and all.” She
dipped her head to him, and he smiled.
“Glad I could
help. I’m glad you’re okay, Liv.”
She furrowed
her brows at his sincere expression. “This isn’t a very good distraction
technique.”
He dropped his
ready stance. “It wasn’t meant to be. My distraction technique would be more
like, ‘Do you believe in demons now? Why do you think they attacked Necropolis
if they don’t have weaponry?’”
“Of course I
believe in demons. I’ve seen them haven’t I? And who says they don’t have—hey!”
She jumped his sudden leg sweep, landing a glancing blow on his shoulder as he
rose. They skirmished for a couple of minutes, and then he kicked out to drive
her back.
She dodged and
captured his leg in her hands. She spun his ankle. His own momentum took him
down, but he somehow hooked his other leg behind her back and took her with
him.
They landed on
the mat in a panting tangle of arms and legs, Liv half on top of Jordan. She
looked up at his face to gauge his next move and the scent of him hit her: warm
clean man and spicy cologne. She felt him panting under her, felt his heart
pounding in his chest, felt the heat of him against her belly and legs, felt
his muscles tense as he prepared for her next move. His eyes were the wild blue
of burning selenium, and Lord, he was sexy. How had she never noticed before?
Then he smiled,
warming her from the inside out. “Do you yield?”
She abruptly realized
she was practically lying on top of him, staring into his flame-blue eyes like
a fawning puppy. What the hell is this? Mortified, she leapt to her feet and mumbled some excuse about showers.
She fled the
room and didn’t look back.
* * *
Back in the
briefing room, Jordan acted as if nothing unusual had happened, and Liv
breathed a sigh of relief.
She was chatting
with Gin about a techno Beethoven mix she wanted Liv to hear when Ben walked in
and announced, “I’m fine, just like I said.”
Jordan asked,
“Do you have bandages?”
Liv grinned at
him. “Or antibiotics?”
Gin said, “Did
they slather something on the wounds?”
Trent’s black
eyes creased. “Did they stitch anything?”
“How about pain
meds?” Connor’s glacial green eyes warmed when he smiled.
Ben scowled.
“Okay, yes, they did all of that, but I’m fine. I didn’t need all of that
crap.”
Liv said, “Bet
it feels better now, though, doesn’t it?”
Ben mumbled
something incoherent as General Mace arrived and strode to his chair.
“Lieutenant?”
“I’m good, sir.
All patched up.”
The general
turned to Connor as everyone else took their seats. “Commander?”
Connor began
the report. “We arrived in Blue Beach and, with no immediate danger in the
vicinity, proceeded to Ganja.”
As Connor
continued, the others added details when necessary. Trent brought up the damage
to the buildings. “It looked like frag grenades, sir.”
General Mace
turned to Jordan. “Is that possible?”
“I don’t know.
I haven’t run across stories of demons blowing things up, but I admittedly only
started studying demon culture three days ago. Trent?”
“I’ve never
heard of them carrying weapons at all.”
“They hardly
need them with their claws and fire breath.”
“Fire breath?”
General Mace stared at Jordan.
Connor said,
“I’m getting to that.”
He finished the
report, and General Mace said, “We need to find out if they’ve got weapons.”
Connor nodded. “We
shouldn’t have any problem testing the wreckage. There were plenty of powder
burns.”
Liv grinned. She’d
been wanting to test the new portable mass spectrometer in the field, but
nothing had come up yet.
General Mace nodded.
“We’ll have to postpone your trip to L-634S today. The five of you go back to
Blue Beach with whatever
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