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carpet, Lana tossed and turned in thin snatches of sleep.
I will stop you . Mac’s mouth moved over hers, kisses hungry and yet somehow tender. His large palm curved behind her neck, holding Lana a willing prisoner.
Dreaming in bold bright colors, she burned under the potent draw of his gaze, the brilliant green, stormy with passion. She couldn’t seem to get any air.
Panic bled through in rivulets of heat, leaching her vision with gray edges. His lips no longer on hers, she fought for air, struggling to push past the constriction in her lungs so she could scream. No longer able to see, she knew in her dream that Mac watched from somewhere above her, his gaze icy, his palm still curved over her neck.
“Being a hero is about saving innocents.”
Fire bubbled and hissed over her skin, her body assaulted by pure energy. Those sculpted lips curved in a smile.
Help me .
“I can’t.” His lips gave her air, his large hands pumping her stuttering heart.
Help me. Please .
Somewhere above Mac screamed her name, but she couldn’t gulp the fiery air, razor sharp blue and red slicing her eyes. Then she was free, the fire in her skin doused enough to let her gasp in the harsh lights.
Mac was a steady presence at her back when Lana looked into a face she hadn’t seen in years. “Nicky!”
Same cocky grin, same dark Italian eyes, same stubborn cheekbones. “Rookie.” Tears threatened at that somber tone. “You know this isn’t what I want.”
“I’m going to make them pay.”
“It’s not going to bring me back.”
“I know that.” She would have fallen to her knees if Mac, silent and steady, didn’t support her when she stumbled. “I have to do something. I have to pay them back.” The wind snatched the words away, the rising fog slick and black. Whips of fury coiled in her hands, familiar and lethal.
“You have to stop this, Lana.”
“Nicky…I can’t.” She didn’t intend to let the lightning out of her hands, white coils wrapping around him like blazing wires. “Nicky!”
Helpless, she searched for him amidst the fire and the acrid smoke, groping for him in suffocating darkness. Ice burning her throat, she screamed his name as a blast of heat lifted her off the ground, her skin shielded from licks of fire, her head slamming on burning, unforgiving docks.
Breathe! Come on, Lana . Hands on her chest, pumping acrid air into lungs, lips on her dry gaping mouth. She knew his touch, his hands, but in razor lights, she couldn’t see his face.
Pain in her head, a drill of fire. She couldn’t think past the screams, the shriek of sirens, the nausea a lead ball in her gut. Despite his lips on hers, she couldn’t breathe, the hands pumping her chest pushing harder, constricting what precious air she had left.
“You have to stop.” And something wet and sloppy bathed her face, the weight gone from her chest, her neck prodded with something cold and insistent.
With the iron shades drowning her apartment in darkness, she opened her eyes to make out an insistent canine grin.
“You’re gonna suffocate me one day,” she said burying her face in the coarse fur of Big Al’s neck.
After a minute, he bathed her face in a sloppy kiss, and nudged one of his rope toys against her shoulder.
“Too early to play,” she mumbled, but nevertheless, sat up. She’d gotten used to him waking her up from nightmares. She hoped he’d gotten used to having to stay indoors during the day, his walks dependent on daylight savings time as much as weather. “Come on, get off the bed.”
He didn’t budge and Lana was in no mood to tug and wrestle. Instead she bribed him with a piece of last night’s dinner: butter on real Russian rye bread.
“You gotta have something other than coffee.”
She looked up at her brother, her vision blurry from lack of sleep. “I eat anything else, I’ll puke in the captain’s office.”
Nerves jittered through her skin. You’d think she’d be used to them after six
I will stop you . Mac’s mouth moved over hers, kisses hungry and yet somehow tender. His large palm curved behind her neck, holding Lana a willing prisoner.
Dreaming in bold bright colors, she burned under the potent draw of his gaze, the brilliant green, stormy with passion. She couldn’t seem to get any air.
Panic bled through in rivulets of heat, leaching her vision with gray edges. His lips no longer on hers, she fought for air, struggling to push past the constriction in her lungs so she could scream. No longer able to see, she knew in her dream that Mac watched from somewhere above her, his gaze icy, his palm still curved over her neck.
“Being a hero is about saving innocents.”
Fire bubbled and hissed over her skin, her body assaulted by pure energy. Those sculpted lips curved in a smile.
Help me .
“I can’t.” His lips gave her air, his large hands pumping her stuttering heart.
Help me. Please .
Somewhere above Mac screamed her name, but she couldn’t gulp the fiery air, razor sharp blue and red slicing her eyes. Then she was free, the fire in her skin doused enough to let her gasp in the harsh lights.
Mac was a steady presence at her back when Lana looked into a face she hadn’t seen in years. “Nicky!”
Same cocky grin, same dark Italian eyes, same stubborn cheekbones. “Rookie.” Tears threatened at that somber tone. “You know this isn’t what I want.”
“I’m going to make them pay.”
“It’s not going to bring me back.”
“I know that.” She would have fallen to her knees if Mac, silent and steady, didn’t support her when she stumbled. “I have to do something. I have to pay them back.” The wind snatched the words away, the rising fog slick and black. Whips of fury coiled in her hands, familiar and lethal.
“You have to stop this, Lana.”
“Nicky…I can’t.” She didn’t intend to let the lightning out of her hands, white coils wrapping around him like blazing wires. “Nicky!”
Helpless, she searched for him amidst the fire and the acrid smoke, groping for him in suffocating darkness. Ice burning her throat, she screamed his name as a blast of heat lifted her off the ground, her skin shielded from licks of fire, her head slamming on burning, unforgiving docks.
Breathe! Come on, Lana . Hands on her chest, pumping acrid air into lungs, lips on her dry gaping mouth. She knew his touch, his hands, but in razor lights, she couldn’t see his face.
Pain in her head, a drill of fire. She couldn’t think past the screams, the shriek of sirens, the nausea a lead ball in her gut. Despite his lips on hers, she couldn’t breathe, the hands pumping her chest pushing harder, constricting what precious air she had left.
“You have to stop.” And something wet and sloppy bathed her face, the weight gone from her chest, her neck prodded with something cold and insistent.
With the iron shades drowning her apartment in darkness, she opened her eyes to make out an insistent canine grin.
“You’re gonna suffocate me one day,” she said burying her face in the coarse fur of Big Al’s neck.
After a minute, he bathed her face in a sloppy kiss, and nudged one of his rope toys against her shoulder.
“Too early to play,” she mumbled, but nevertheless, sat up. She’d gotten used to him waking her up from nightmares. She hoped he’d gotten used to having to stay indoors during the day, his walks dependent on daylight savings time as much as weather. “Come on, get off the bed.”
He didn’t budge and Lana was in no mood to tug and wrestle. Instead she bribed him with a piece of last night’s dinner: butter on real Russian rye bread.
“You gotta have something other than coffee.”
She looked up at her brother, her vision blurry from lack of sleep. “I eat anything else, I’ll puke in the captain’s office.”
Nerves jittered through her skin. You’d think she’d be used to them after six
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