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my mask was
shaped like three stacked feathers. Pulling a feather from my
pocket, I leaned toward the giant, barely running the feather
against the end of his nose, repeating the action until the giant
removed his hand from my leg to rub his nose. I jerked my hand away
before he could touch me, and moved from the bed.
Midway down the stairs to the first floor, the same
stair creaked under my feet. It shifted. A smile curved up my lips.
Moving down two more steps, I knelt to pull on the creaking board.
There, within the stair, was a compartment. Feeling inside, my hand
immediately touched a dagger hilt. There was nothing else was in
the compartment so after taking the dagger, I put my black feather
in the compartment, the sign of Loutaire of the Phantoms, then
replaced the board. At the bottom of the stairs, I unsheathed the
dagger, running my finger along the top of the blade. Grooves and
ridges met my touch, assuring me that it was engraved, like the one
pictured in the Levitas book. I sheathed it and tucked it into my
belt.
As I pulled on my ankle high boots, a shadow passed
the window, and I tensed. It was not Leo or Levi coming to check on
me, for they knew not to leave their post unless they received a
signal from me. Pressing against the far wall was the only place to
hide.
My back touched the wall as the
door creaked open further. A figure slipped into the house, and
immediately I knew it was no ruffian who stood upon the threshold.
Incredulity was mine; it filled me as my arm began to throb where
she grazed me with her shot six days ago. With the light behind
her, the woman in white appeared as a faceless ghost. Her long,
white cloak was around her, the hood covering her hair, as she
moved further into the room. She did not sense my presence, but
from the way she moved without making a sound, she knew someone was
in the house. That begged the question of how she made it past my
deputies. She began quietly to sound the boards.
I considered capturing her, but if she did not work
for Levitas, it was too great a risk of exposure for the Phantoms.
Until I could discover more about her, I had to leave her free.
A wicked, tantalizing thought entered my head.
The woman in white deserves a fright. Nothing too
terrible, merely repaying her kindness to me.
My smile widened as I watched her work her way
around the room. She made it to the corner where the back wall and
the wall I was leaning against met. I had to act with haste and
precision or not at all. I took three silent steps toward her. In
her oblivion to all else but searching the boards, she did not
sense my presence until my hand was over her mouth and my other arm
wrapped around her waist. I locked her arms against her sides. She
jerked around, trying to fight me off.
A wildcat.
She twisted and threw her body from side to side.
When that did not work, she threw her head back, but I was able to
move my own to the side before she could hit me. She growled under
my hand and threw an elbow to my stomach. One of her arms got loose
in my moment of grunting. A flash of silver appeared right before
she swung a knife toward me, trying to slash my arm. Grabbing her
wrist, we struggled against each other for control of the knife. I
pushed her arm down, backing her against the wall then releasing my
hold on her mouth to pin her arms against the wall. She opened her
mouth about to call out, and panic seized my chest, then my mouth
pressed against hers, cutting off any sound.
For a moment, she stopped struggling. If she were
feeling an ounce as surprised as I was, it was no wonder she
stopped struggling. Breathing was the last thing I was thinking
about. The edge of my leather mask touched the lace of her white
mask. Her lips were soft as feathers. Her small feminine body
pressed against me caused me to begin to lose sight of why I was
kissing her. I could feel every rise and fall of her chest as her
breathing came in quick successions. For that brief moment, she was
warm
shaped like three stacked feathers. Pulling a feather from my
pocket, I leaned toward the giant, barely running the feather
against the end of his nose, repeating the action until the giant
removed his hand from my leg to rub his nose. I jerked my hand away
before he could touch me, and moved from the bed.
Midway down the stairs to the first floor, the same
stair creaked under my feet. It shifted. A smile curved up my lips.
Moving down two more steps, I knelt to pull on the creaking board.
There, within the stair, was a compartment. Feeling inside, my hand
immediately touched a dagger hilt. There was nothing else was in
the compartment so after taking the dagger, I put my black feather
in the compartment, the sign of Loutaire of the Phantoms, then
replaced the board. At the bottom of the stairs, I unsheathed the
dagger, running my finger along the top of the blade. Grooves and
ridges met my touch, assuring me that it was engraved, like the one
pictured in the Levitas book. I sheathed it and tucked it into my
belt.
As I pulled on my ankle high boots, a shadow passed
the window, and I tensed. It was not Leo or Levi coming to check on
me, for they knew not to leave their post unless they received a
signal from me. Pressing against the far wall was the only place to
hide.
My back touched the wall as the
door creaked open further. A figure slipped into the house, and
immediately I knew it was no ruffian who stood upon the threshold.
Incredulity was mine; it filled me as my arm began to throb where
she grazed me with her shot six days ago. With the light behind
her, the woman in white appeared as a faceless ghost. Her long,
white cloak was around her, the hood covering her hair, as she
moved further into the room. She did not sense my presence, but
from the way she moved without making a sound, she knew someone was
in the house. That begged the question of how she made it past my
deputies. She began quietly to sound the boards.
I considered capturing her, but if she did not work
for Levitas, it was too great a risk of exposure for the Phantoms.
Until I could discover more about her, I had to leave her free.
A wicked, tantalizing thought entered my head.
The woman in white deserves a fright. Nothing too
terrible, merely repaying her kindness to me.
My smile widened as I watched her work her way
around the room. She made it to the corner where the back wall and
the wall I was leaning against met. I had to act with haste and
precision or not at all. I took three silent steps toward her. In
her oblivion to all else but searching the boards, she did not
sense my presence until my hand was over her mouth and my other arm
wrapped around her waist. I locked her arms against her sides. She
jerked around, trying to fight me off.
A wildcat.
She twisted and threw her body from side to side.
When that did not work, she threw her head back, but I was able to
move my own to the side before she could hit me. She growled under
my hand and threw an elbow to my stomach. One of her arms got loose
in my moment of grunting. A flash of silver appeared right before
she swung a knife toward me, trying to slash my arm. Grabbing her
wrist, we struggled against each other for control of the knife. I
pushed her arm down, backing her against the wall then releasing my
hold on her mouth to pin her arms against the wall. She opened her
mouth about to call out, and panic seized my chest, then my mouth
pressed against hers, cutting off any sound.
For a moment, she stopped struggling. If she were
feeling an ounce as surprised as I was, it was no wonder she
stopped struggling. Breathing was the last thing I was thinking
about. The edge of my leather mask touched the lace of her white
mask. Her lips were soft as feathers. Her small feminine body
pressed against me caused me to begin to lose sight of why I was
kissing her. I could feel every rise and fall of her chest as her
breathing came in quick successions. For that brief moment, she was
warm
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