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the Jutak property. The blood chilled in her veins. She counted six before adrenaline kicked in. “Hurry! Get inside!”
This was her fault. She’d turned off the perimeter security.
Boid took off running. “Papan!”
“Noooo!” Lissi jumped into action and chased her oldest.
Sparing the necessary seconds, Joni ran toward the doorway and keyed her code in for the alarms. Crouched over, men raced in their direction with weapons cradled in their arms. To the right of her, Faye’s face paled and she stood frozen. Sylvie didn’t have the same problem and dodged across the blanket strewn grass, knocking over food and drink as she grabbed Aya to her.
The little girl screamed, arms reaching for her mother. “Maman!”
Faye snapped out of it but it was too late. A figure in dark clothing, wearing a colored mask of some sort grabbed for her. Joni withdrew her two Marenian knives from her thigh sheaths and sprinted into action. She used the moves the Jutaks taught her, kicking and punching.
It became obvious the attackers didn’t expect resistance. Sylvie held the struggling Aya close as she tried to inch her way back toward the Jutak building. Feet separated them from the safety of the secure walls and windows.
Pulse pounding, Joni struck out at the man nearest her, hearing the sickening squish of flesh as her knife dug deep. She pulled back her arm and slashed again. He cursed, rough hands grappling to take the weapon from her.
Boid’s scream joined his sister’s cry. Joni glanced around to see one of the men tackle Lissi from behind. With an anger fueled shove, Joni broke away from her now dead assailant and pushed for maximum speed to reach Lissi.
Joni smiled grimly as the delicate beauty gave her attacker all she had but he managed to loop an arm about her waist and began dragging her away. Lissi’s legs pinwheeled in an attempt to get to her son.
Boid cowered on the ground, his gray eyes stark in his face, blond hair standing on end as he realized these men were not his papan nor the Jutaks who lived here. Joni reached them and stepped in front of the boy to protect him. She brandished both knives and assumed a fighting stance as she faced off with the one holding Lissi. “Doesn’t look like she wants to go.”
Each of the six invaders wore painted masks with exaggerated features, leaving the hair in the back exposed but the brown waves didn’t help any. Joni wished she could see his face as her mind automatically began cataloging any clues to share with the Jutaks when they returned. She had to believe they’d get out of this. Anything less would weaken her.
“You think you can fight me?” The snarled question held a hint of humor.
Perfect. Asshole mentality worked for her. Joni pursed her lips in an innocent moue and hiked a helpless little old me shoulder. The strap on one side of her green dress slipped off, catching on the curve of her breast.
His gaze dropped predictably. Joni toed her foot in the dirt, drawing attention to her slim legs with the deceptive muscled calves and the strappy tan sandals.
“Maybe we don’t have to fight.” She added a girlish giggle, inwardly cringing. “If…if you wanted to do something else I’m open.”
He released Lissi with a firm shove toward the ground and eyed Joni. “Hmm. A willing prisoner is better than one who fights.”
Lissi’s hands clawed at the grass as she got to her feet, fear glinting in her blue eyes. “Joni, don’t go with him.”
Dirt sprayed the ground as he fired. Joni jumped, staring at the dark hole beside Lissi’s knee.
“Shut up!” The intruder shifted his aim to Lissi. He pointed at Joni with his other hand. “You! Come closer, drop your weapons.”
Not wanting to anger him, she eased closer but didn’t release the knives. “Lissi, take Boid and go. This doesn’t concern you.”
A slight hesitation and then realizing the futility of protesting, Lissi darted around Joni and grabbed her sniffling son on the
This was her fault. She’d turned off the perimeter security.
Boid took off running. “Papan!”
“Noooo!” Lissi jumped into action and chased her oldest.
Sparing the necessary seconds, Joni ran toward the doorway and keyed her code in for the alarms. Crouched over, men raced in their direction with weapons cradled in their arms. To the right of her, Faye’s face paled and she stood frozen. Sylvie didn’t have the same problem and dodged across the blanket strewn grass, knocking over food and drink as she grabbed Aya to her.
The little girl screamed, arms reaching for her mother. “Maman!”
Faye snapped out of it but it was too late. A figure in dark clothing, wearing a colored mask of some sort grabbed for her. Joni withdrew her two Marenian knives from her thigh sheaths and sprinted into action. She used the moves the Jutaks taught her, kicking and punching.
It became obvious the attackers didn’t expect resistance. Sylvie held the struggling Aya close as she tried to inch her way back toward the Jutak building. Feet separated them from the safety of the secure walls and windows.
Pulse pounding, Joni struck out at the man nearest her, hearing the sickening squish of flesh as her knife dug deep. She pulled back her arm and slashed again. He cursed, rough hands grappling to take the weapon from her.
Boid’s scream joined his sister’s cry. Joni glanced around to see one of the men tackle Lissi from behind. With an anger fueled shove, Joni broke away from her now dead assailant and pushed for maximum speed to reach Lissi.
Joni smiled grimly as the delicate beauty gave her attacker all she had but he managed to loop an arm about her waist and began dragging her away. Lissi’s legs pinwheeled in an attempt to get to her son.
Boid cowered on the ground, his gray eyes stark in his face, blond hair standing on end as he realized these men were not his papan nor the Jutaks who lived here. Joni reached them and stepped in front of the boy to protect him. She brandished both knives and assumed a fighting stance as she faced off with the one holding Lissi. “Doesn’t look like she wants to go.”
Each of the six invaders wore painted masks with exaggerated features, leaving the hair in the back exposed but the brown waves didn’t help any. Joni wished she could see his face as her mind automatically began cataloging any clues to share with the Jutaks when they returned. She had to believe they’d get out of this. Anything less would weaken her.
“You think you can fight me?” The snarled question held a hint of humor.
Perfect. Asshole mentality worked for her. Joni pursed her lips in an innocent moue and hiked a helpless little old me shoulder. The strap on one side of her green dress slipped off, catching on the curve of her breast.
His gaze dropped predictably. Joni toed her foot in the dirt, drawing attention to her slim legs with the deceptive muscled calves and the strappy tan sandals.
“Maybe we don’t have to fight.” She added a girlish giggle, inwardly cringing. “If…if you wanted to do something else I’m open.”
He released Lissi with a firm shove toward the ground and eyed Joni. “Hmm. A willing prisoner is better than one who fights.”
Lissi’s hands clawed at the grass as she got to her feet, fear glinting in her blue eyes. “Joni, don’t go with him.”
Dirt sprayed the ground as he fired. Joni jumped, staring at the dark hole beside Lissi’s knee.
“Shut up!” The intruder shifted his aim to Lissi. He pointed at Joni with his other hand. “You! Come closer, drop your weapons.”
Not wanting to anger him, she eased closer but didn’t release the knives. “Lissi, take Boid and go. This doesn’t concern you.”
A slight hesitation and then realizing the futility of protesting, Lissi darted around Joni and grabbed her sniffling son on the
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