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when we got home—
Michael shook off the fog of memories shaking away his dying jealousy as well and allowed the change to over take him. Standing as a man again, he strode down the beach. He met Fador’s eyes as he entered the shade of the boulders, sitting down on a rock across from.
“How’s the rabbit?”
“Damned good so far. Here, see for yourself.”
Fador handed him a rabbit on a large palm leaf. The meat was noticeably burnt on one side, but he took a large bite out of it and tried to ignore the voice that told him why that part of the rabbit was burnt.
“They discovered the bodies.”
Fador met his eye and shook his head fractionally, a warning not to continue along that vein with Amber beside them, but Michael chose to continue anyway.
“They weren’t happy, needless to say. Went on about telling their boss about it.”
Fador glared at him and he tried not to allow the laugh he felt building in the back of his throat to spill out. Then he glanced over at Amber and his heart leapt up to take its place. There was a look of fear in her eyes and he suddenly felt ashamed. Damn it Michael what the hell are you doing?
“It looks to me like they’ve lost their stomach for the hunt. They went back to their base, so we should be safe for the time being.” The scent of Amber’s fear didn’t dissipate like he’d hopped and he ended up focusing completely on the rabbit in front of him to the exclusion of everything else. When it was gone, he didn’t really have anything else to look at, so he chose to study his hands.
Fador stood suddenly and started shoving sand over the fire with his foot.
“Come on. There’s a good spot to sleep up the beach a ways, where you won’t get so much sand on you.” He helped Amber to her feet, casting one more glare his way before leading her out.
Michael sat quietly, wondering what in the world had possessed him to say anything at all in front of her like that. Wondering, too, why it should matter so much to either of them that she was so scared. In his heart, he knew the answer to both questions. The first brought him shame, knowing he’d only done it to get back at Fador for doing what he himself would have done in a heartbeat, having her all to himself for once. The second…. He stood, dusting himself off before stepping out of the shadows and following the others up the beach.
* * * *
“I don’t like this.”
The camp was eerily quiet, setting Fador’s already frayed nerves further on edge. There was no outward sign of a threat, but the hair on the scruff of his back stood on end and he had to fight the impulse to lay still. Michael was further back the way he’d come, close enough to hear his call if things didn’t go as planned, but still close enough to protect Amber.
Asshole. He still couldn’t believe Michael had said all of those things and gotten her worrying like that. It took several hours longer than they’d originally anticipated for her to finally go to sleep so they could set the plan in motion.
All his damned fault. It was now well past midnight, the time they’d planned on making the attack. Now they ran the risk of both early risers, a problem they usually had with hunters, as well as night owls too inexperienced to rest when the sun went down.
Fador said a silent prayer that nothing would go wrong, taking a careful sniff of the cool night air. Satisfied the men were all inside the compound, he edged his way through the brush to the side of the building. Running along the wall, he paused under each window, lingering longer under a lit one when he heard raised voices inside the room.
Good. Argue away boys. Hell of a lot better than you assholes getting along. It would have been so much better if they were all asleep, but he didn’t have any more time to worry about whose fault it was, if anyone’s, that they weren’t. Coming around a corner he lay on his stomach and froze as he spotted two men.
Only two, or are there
Michael shook off the fog of memories shaking away his dying jealousy as well and allowed the change to over take him. Standing as a man again, he strode down the beach. He met Fador’s eyes as he entered the shade of the boulders, sitting down on a rock across from.
“How’s the rabbit?”
“Damned good so far. Here, see for yourself.”
Fador handed him a rabbit on a large palm leaf. The meat was noticeably burnt on one side, but he took a large bite out of it and tried to ignore the voice that told him why that part of the rabbit was burnt.
“They discovered the bodies.”
Fador met his eye and shook his head fractionally, a warning not to continue along that vein with Amber beside them, but Michael chose to continue anyway.
“They weren’t happy, needless to say. Went on about telling their boss about it.”
Fador glared at him and he tried not to allow the laugh he felt building in the back of his throat to spill out. Then he glanced over at Amber and his heart leapt up to take its place. There was a look of fear in her eyes and he suddenly felt ashamed. Damn it Michael what the hell are you doing?
“It looks to me like they’ve lost their stomach for the hunt. They went back to their base, so we should be safe for the time being.” The scent of Amber’s fear didn’t dissipate like he’d hopped and he ended up focusing completely on the rabbit in front of him to the exclusion of everything else. When it was gone, he didn’t really have anything else to look at, so he chose to study his hands.
Fador stood suddenly and started shoving sand over the fire with his foot.
“Come on. There’s a good spot to sleep up the beach a ways, where you won’t get so much sand on you.” He helped Amber to her feet, casting one more glare his way before leading her out.
Michael sat quietly, wondering what in the world had possessed him to say anything at all in front of her like that. Wondering, too, why it should matter so much to either of them that she was so scared. In his heart, he knew the answer to both questions. The first brought him shame, knowing he’d only done it to get back at Fador for doing what he himself would have done in a heartbeat, having her all to himself for once. The second…. He stood, dusting himself off before stepping out of the shadows and following the others up the beach.
* * * *
“I don’t like this.”
The camp was eerily quiet, setting Fador’s already frayed nerves further on edge. There was no outward sign of a threat, but the hair on the scruff of his back stood on end and he had to fight the impulse to lay still. Michael was further back the way he’d come, close enough to hear his call if things didn’t go as planned, but still close enough to protect Amber.
Asshole. He still couldn’t believe Michael had said all of those things and gotten her worrying like that. It took several hours longer than they’d originally anticipated for her to finally go to sleep so they could set the plan in motion.
All his damned fault. It was now well past midnight, the time they’d planned on making the attack. Now they ran the risk of both early risers, a problem they usually had with hunters, as well as night owls too inexperienced to rest when the sun went down.
Fador said a silent prayer that nothing would go wrong, taking a careful sniff of the cool night air. Satisfied the men were all inside the compound, he edged his way through the brush to the side of the building. Running along the wall, he paused under each window, lingering longer under a lit one when he heard raised voices inside the room.
Good. Argue away boys. Hell of a lot better than you assholes getting along. It would have been so much better if they were all asleep, but he didn’t have any more time to worry about whose fault it was, if anyone’s, that they weren’t. Coming around a corner he lay on his stomach and froze as he spotted two men.
Only two, or are there
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