much of a challenge for a group of magical assassins, even if they were only in training, and that door wouldn’t hold out very long against a determined physical assault.
“Warrior! We know you’re in there.”
Hawk looked down at her, and their eyes met for a long second in silence.
“You should take their offer,” she said finally, biting her lip. The backs of her eyes prickled with hot tears as she realized there was no way out of this. Not for her, anyway. But she was determined not to take him down too. They only wanted her; they’d made that clear. He could still walk away from this.
Hawk’s lip curled back, a look of disgust entering his eyes. “You expect me to just hand you over to them, knowing they’ll kill you? What sort of man do you think I am?”
“They’ll kill us both if you don’t.”
Hawk snorted. “They can fucking try.”
He smiled, a feral expression that transformed his features and proved that at least some of the blood that flowed through his veins wasn’t human.
“I’m hard to kill, and I get pissed off when people try. About time our friends out there found that out.”
Dropping a quick kiss on her lips, he rolled off the bed and scooped his pants up off the floor. Although she knew she should be moving already, she couldn’t help but watch him. He moved so gracefully, each movement of his body filled with lethal grace.
A body which was marked by violence. Scars covered his back, all old and well healed, but each spoke of the violent life Warriors led...fighting the nastier things that went bump in the night, keeping humans—and the magically useless like her—safe.
Three marks on his side caught her attention as he bent at the waist to pull the pants on then started to button them up. He went commando. If she wasn’t so distracted, she’d have commented on that. But as it was...those scars looked suspiciously like the claw marks he’d had last night. But no one could heal that quickly, could they?
She reached out and ran a hand down his side, using the pads of her fingers to trace the lines of the scars. “Are these the cuts from last night?”
Hawk twisted to look over his shoulder, and then he grunted.
“Uh, yeah, guess so. Get up,” he ordered, recovering his T-shirt from the lampshade. “We need to move. When that lot out there don’t get an answer, they’re going to come crashing through that door. We need to not be here when they do.”
Lyssa gaped at him for a moment then slid off the bed as he made irritated little shooing motions with his hands. Locating her clothes, she rapidly started to dress.
“Okay, Mr. Clever Dick, just one question,” she dragged her T-shirt over her head and flicked her hair back, hoping to god she didn’t look too much like she’d been dragged through a hedge backward. “Just how do you plan on doing that? Wave your hands, say abracadabra, and we disappear in a puff of smoke?” she asked sarcastically, trying not to ogle his body as he strapped on enough weaponry for a small army. “Do you really need all that?”
“Do women really need the crap you clutter your makeup cases with?” he shot back, sliding a small knife into a sheath on his thigh. “Yes, I really need all this. They’ve all got different wards on them for killing different critters and no, I don’t plan on any abracadabra. Unless it’s the sort which accompanies a swift exit through the bathroom window.”
His teeth flashed white in a grin at her surprised look. “What, you think I’d get caught anywhere without an escape route?”
He tsked as he pulled his jacket on, covering most of the weapons, then bent down and scooped her bag up to throw it toward her. It landed on the bed and bounced slightly. “Come on, we’re leaving. Now.”
“You always this bossy?” she complained as she shoved her feet into her shoes. As much as she was arguing, she wasn’t slow to follow him as he headed for the small bathroom. There was no way she
“Warrior! We know you’re in there.”
Hawk looked down at her, and their eyes met for a long second in silence.
“You should take their offer,” she said finally, biting her lip. The backs of her eyes prickled with hot tears as she realized there was no way out of this. Not for her, anyway. But she was determined not to take him down too. They only wanted her; they’d made that clear. He could still walk away from this.
Hawk’s lip curled back, a look of disgust entering his eyes. “You expect me to just hand you over to them, knowing they’ll kill you? What sort of man do you think I am?”
“They’ll kill us both if you don’t.”
Hawk snorted. “They can fucking try.”
He smiled, a feral expression that transformed his features and proved that at least some of the blood that flowed through his veins wasn’t human.
“I’m hard to kill, and I get pissed off when people try. About time our friends out there found that out.”
Dropping a quick kiss on her lips, he rolled off the bed and scooped his pants up off the floor. Although she knew she should be moving already, she couldn’t help but watch him. He moved so gracefully, each movement of his body filled with lethal grace.
A body which was marked by violence. Scars covered his back, all old and well healed, but each spoke of the violent life Warriors led...fighting the nastier things that went bump in the night, keeping humans—and the magically useless like her—safe.
Three marks on his side caught her attention as he bent at the waist to pull the pants on then started to button them up. He went commando. If she wasn’t so distracted, she’d have commented on that. But as it was...those scars looked suspiciously like the claw marks he’d had last night. But no one could heal that quickly, could they?
She reached out and ran a hand down his side, using the pads of her fingers to trace the lines of the scars. “Are these the cuts from last night?”
Hawk twisted to look over his shoulder, and then he grunted.
“Uh, yeah, guess so. Get up,” he ordered, recovering his T-shirt from the lampshade. “We need to move. When that lot out there don’t get an answer, they’re going to come crashing through that door. We need to not be here when they do.”
Lyssa gaped at him for a moment then slid off the bed as he made irritated little shooing motions with his hands. Locating her clothes, she rapidly started to dress.
“Okay, Mr. Clever Dick, just one question,” she dragged her T-shirt over her head and flicked her hair back, hoping to god she didn’t look too much like she’d been dragged through a hedge backward. “Just how do you plan on doing that? Wave your hands, say abracadabra, and we disappear in a puff of smoke?” she asked sarcastically, trying not to ogle his body as he strapped on enough weaponry for a small army. “Do you really need all that?”
“Do women really need the crap you clutter your makeup cases with?” he shot back, sliding a small knife into a sheath on his thigh. “Yes, I really need all this. They’ve all got different wards on them for killing different critters and no, I don’t plan on any abracadabra. Unless it’s the sort which accompanies a swift exit through the bathroom window.”
His teeth flashed white in a grin at her surprised look. “What, you think I’d get caught anywhere without an escape route?”
He tsked as he pulled his jacket on, covering most of the weapons, then bent down and scooped her bag up to throw it toward her. It landed on the bed and bounced slightly. “Come on, we’re leaving. Now.”
“You always this bossy?” she complained as she shoved her feet into her shoes. As much as she was arguing, she wasn’t slow to follow him as he headed for the small bathroom. There was no way she
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