in his left sleeve exposes his pale skin and a line of beading blood. He pulls a similar, but smaller, collapsible blade out of a holster in his belt. Jax thrusts forward again with three heavy strikes, each blow driving straight down in a fearless, rage-filled swoop.
I curl both hands around one of the metal spikes anchoring my net to the ground and pull with all my might. Inch by inch it slides free, leaving a small gap. I drop to my stomach and crawl under the netting commando style. My hair tangles in the frayed ends, but I keep inching through.
The man blocks each of Jax’s strikes with ease, but each blow forces him further backward. Away from me.
Jax raises his left arm high and, with a massive sweep, knocks the man back. Jax raises his knee in a sharp kick to the man’s chest. The impact makes a loud thud.
Free from the net, I scan the yard, looking for the other man. My gaze lands on him running back from the black sedan to help his accomplice.
Jax moves in and stands over the crouched man; he raises his blade, ready to bring it down. The second man reaches the scene without a single glance in my direction, intent on taking out Jax.
Help him. I melt into the shadows cast by the tree. Certain I’m hidden, I make a dash for the garden separating my lawn from Will’s. I need to find something to use, anything. I glance back and see the second man blocking Jax’s swing with a blade. Their weapons stick together in a fight for dominance.
“Confirm primary target. I will deal with this issue,” the second man says to the first. He’s still on the ground.
I slink deeper into the shadows. My chest heaves. I gulp down a long, fast breath and hold it. Be quiet. Stay hidden. I must be the primary target.
“Primary target is missing.”
Chapter Five
The first man rustles the bushes by the veranda in his search for me. It sounds like leaves whipping in a fierce wind. Jax continues to struggle with the second man, striking at him three times, hard, fast, and strong. The man grunts and twists out of the way like a pro wrestler, barely evading each hit. Jax hisses as he slashes out again.
The man swings his weapon back, then down, the blades clashing with matching force. It knocks Jax’s hand off the hilt. Another blow to the right smacks his hand down toward the ground. A third to the right, and the blade slips right out of his grip. Clattering to the ground, lost.
I need to help him, find something to fight with, but my gaze is glued to their struggle. The only thing pulsing through my mind is NO.
Jax snatches his swordlike weapon from the ground and brings it back up, blocking each blow, but he’s driven back and cornered in the driveway against Dad’s car. With only one feeble hand gripping the hilt, it flails around in his grip. All steady control gone.
When I finally tear my gaze away, it lands on a heavy elephant statue resting amongst the spiky plants. Perfect. Thank you, Mrs. Avery. It takes two hands to lift, but I manage to balance it on my hip with one arm wrapped around it. Creeping back through the shadows, near to where they fight, my main goal is remaining unseen.
The first man gives up his search and joins the second’s attack against Jax. He comes at Jax from the side and slices downward with his weapon. He misses, and tiny sparks and screeches shoot along the side of Dad’s car as his blow glances off it. A long, deep cut is left in the blade’s wake. It barely misses Jax. All this happens so fast I have no time to move, not even an inch.
I creep closer through the shadows. I’ve never done anything like this, so what angle should I take?
Jax strikes at the first man, his weapon carving straight down like he’s some kind of roast meat. This move leaves his back exposed to the second man, who thrusts his blade down on Jax. It glances off his leg. Jax lets out a low, guttural scream. I suck in a sharp breath. Swords slice through the air in a chaotic whirl.
I creep
I curl both hands around one of the metal spikes anchoring my net to the ground and pull with all my might. Inch by inch it slides free, leaving a small gap. I drop to my stomach and crawl under the netting commando style. My hair tangles in the frayed ends, but I keep inching through.
The man blocks each of Jax’s strikes with ease, but each blow forces him further backward. Away from me.
Jax raises his left arm high and, with a massive sweep, knocks the man back. Jax raises his knee in a sharp kick to the man’s chest. The impact makes a loud thud.
Free from the net, I scan the yard, looking for the other man. My gaze lands on him running back from the black sedan to help his accomplice.
Jax moves in and stands over the crouched man; he raises his blade, ready to bring it down. The second man reaches the scene without a single glance in my direction, intent on taking out Jax.
Help him. I melt into the shadows cast by the tree. Certain I’m hidden, I make a dash for the garden separating my lawn from Will’s. I need to find something to use, anything. I glance back and see the second man blocking Jax’s swing with a blade. Their weapons stick together in a fight for dominance.
“Confirm primary target. I will deal with this issue,” the second man says to the first. He’s still on the ground.
I slink deeper into the shadows. My chest heaves. I gulp down a long, fast breath and hold it. Be quiet. Stay hidden. I must be the primary target.
“Primary target is missing.”
Chapter Five
The first man rustles the bushes by the veranda in his search for me. It sounds like leaves whipping in a fierce wind. Jax continues to struggle with the second man, striking at him three times, hard, fast, and strong. The man grunts and twists out of the way like a pro wrestler, barely evading each hit. Jax hisses as he slashes out again.
The man swings his weapon back, then down, the blades clashing with matching force. It knocks Jax’s hand off the hilt. Another blow to the right smacks his hand down toward the ground. A third to the right, and the blade slips right out of his grip. Clattering to the ground, lost.
I need to help him, find something to fight with, but my gaze is glued to their struggle. The only thing pulsing through my mind is NO.
Jax snatches his swordlike weapon from the ground and brings it back up, blocking each blow, but he’s driven back and cornered in the driveway against Dad’s car. With only one feeble hand gripping the hilt, it flails around in his grip. All steady control gone.
When I finally tear my gaze away, it lands on a heavy elephant statue resting amongst the spiky plants. Perfect. Thank you, Mrs. Avery. It takes two hands to lift, but I manage to balance it on my hip with one arm wrapped around it. Creeping back through the shadows, near to where they fight, my main goal is remaining unseen.
The first man gives up his search and joins the second’s attack against Jax. He comes at Jax from the side and slices downward with his weapon. He misses, and tiny sparks and screeches shoot along the side of Dad’s car as his blow glances off it. A long, deep cut is left in the blade’s wake. It barely misses Jax. All this happens so fast I have no time to move, not even an inch.
I creep closer through the shadows. I’ve never done anything like this, so what angle should I take?
Jax strikes at the first man, his weapon carving straight down like he’s some kind of roast meat. This move leaves his back exposed to the second man, who thrusts his blade down on Jax. It glances off his leg. Jax lets out a low, guttural scream. I suck in a sharp breath. Swords slice through the air in a chaotic whirl.
I creep
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