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the second she stopped whispering and moving her fingers, he would make his move.
The Night-Weaver finally saw the incoming pineapple and stepped back right before it would’ve hit her.
With the redhead’s concentration broken, Jorge grabbed Sabrina’s upper arm and whispered, “We have to run. Come with me.”
He didn’t even wait for her to nod before he pulled her down one of the rows that split from the main walkway. He needed to reach the edge of the nearest building, preferably out of sight, where he could use the shadows to his advantage.
There was some shouting in the distance and Jorge knew the Collector’s people had stopped trying to be inconspicuous. They had shifted into “capture at any costs” mode.
He shouldered his way through the throngs of people and made another turn, never easing his grip on Sabrina’s arm. He could see a type of alley on the side of the building. At this time of day, it was all in shadow.
As soon as they reached the alley, Jorge shoved Sabrina up against the wall and caged her between his arms. “Whatever happens next, I need you to relax and not panic.”
“Why? What’s going on?”
“I’ll explain later. For now, I’m about to show you one of my tricks and get us the hell out of here.”
She glanced behind him and back. “Then hurry up. I can hear them coming.”
He didn’t have time to ponder the significance of her accepting his word so easily. Instead, he imagined the cells of his body breaking down, getting smaller and smaller. After two seconds, a familiar shock of pain flashed through his body and he became a dense shadow cloud.
Even though he no longer had eyes or ears, he was still aware of his surroundings. The Collector’s soldiers were nearly upon them. He was going to have to pull his shadow-transport trick faster than he’d ever done before if they were to get away.
He still surrounded Sabrina in shadow form and he carefully covered her entire body with his shadowy mist. He started to caress her skin and she went limp. Any time he tried to transport someone, they always went unconscious; he didn’t worry. Instead, he concentrated on engulfing her body. Once she was completely covered, he imagined her cells breaking down until she became part of his shadow cloud.
He could feel her warmth mixing with his own. In the past, he’d always had to transport strangers, and usually against their will. But this time was different. Sabrina was familiar, and her scent surrounded him and oddly calmed him. He was starting to realize how intimate this act was—two beings breaking down to become one.
Shit, that sounded way too romantic for his life, and he quickly pushed the thought aside.
Now that they were both shadows, he started to move along the darkest parts of the alley. He had done something similar a few days before, when he’d transported a man named Marco Alvarez from a different market.
Once they hit the streets, he easily avoided anyone stepping on or in him. The feeling of someone encroaching on his shadow form was never pleasant—like someone kicking him in the stomach or the side of the head.
Since he wasn’t going to risk going back to the safe house in case their previous location had been compromised, Jorge headed to another place, one that would hopefully allow Sabrina enough time to wake up and recover. Now that the Collector’s people had found them, the clock was ticking. They needed to move up their takedown of Watkins and flee the Yucatan peninsula as soon as possible if they wanted to live out the week.
Sabrina opened her eyes to find Jorge seated next to her on an unfamiliar bed and staring down at her. She tried to sit up, but he forced her to stay still with a hand on her shoulder. She glanced at his hand and back at his face before she asked, “Are you going to tell me what happened? One minute you disappear in front of my eyes, and the next I wake up here.” She frowned. “Just what all can you do with
The Night-Weaver finally saw the incoming pineapple and stepped back right before it would’ve hit her.
With the redhead’s concentration broken, Jorge grabbed Sabrina’s upper arm and whispered, “We have to run. Come with me.”
He didn’t even wait for her to nod before he pulled her down one of the rows that split from the main walkway. He needed to reach the edge of the nearest building, preferably out of sight, where he could use the shadows to his advantage.
There was some shouting in the distance and Jorge knew the Collector’s people had stopped trying to be inconspicuous. They had shifted into “capture at any costs” mode.
He shouldered his way through the throngs of people and made another turn, never easing his grip on Sabrina’s arm. He could see a type of alley on the side of the building. At this time of day, it was all in shadow.
As soon as they reached the alley, Jorge shoved Sabrina up against the wall and caged her between his arms. “Whatever happens next, I need you to relax and not panic.”
“Why? What’s going on?”
“I’ll explain later. For now, I’m about to show you one of my tricks and get us the hell out of here.”
She glanced behind him and back. “Then hurry up. I can hear them coming.”
He didn’t have time to ponder the significance of her accepting his word so easily. Instead, he imagined the cells of his body breaking down, getting smaller and smaller. After two seconds, a familiar shock of pain flashed through his body and he became a dense shadow cloud.
Even though he no longer had eyes or ears, he was still aware of his surroundings. The Collector’s soldiers were nearly upon them. He was going to have to pull his shadow-transport trick faster than he’d ever done before if they were to get away.
He still surrounded Sabrina in shadow form and he carefully covered her entire body with his shadowy mist. He started to caress her skin and she went limp. Any time he tried to transport someone, they always went unconscious; he didn’t worry. Instead, he concentrated on engulfing her body. Once she was completely covered, he imagined her cells breaking down until she became part of his shadow cloud.
He could feel her warmth mixing with his own. In the past, he’d always had to transport strangers, and usually against their will. But this time was different. Sabrina was familiar, and her scent surrounded him and oddly calmed him. He was starting to realize how intimate this act was—two beings breaking down to become one.
Shit, that sounded way too romantic for his life, and he quickly pushed the thought aside.
Now that they were both shadows, he started to move along the darkest parts of the alley. He had done something similar a few days before, when he’d transported a man named Marco Alvarez from a different market.
Once they hit the streets, he easily avoided anyone stepping on or in him. The feeling of someone encroaching on his shadow form was never pleasant—like someone kicking him in the stomach or the side of the head.
Since he wasn’t going to risk going back to the safe house in case their previous location had been compromised, Jorge headed to another place, one that would hopefully allow Sabrina enough time to wake up and recover. Now that the Collector’s people had found them, the clock was ticking. They needed to move up their takedown of Watkins and flee the Yucatan peninsula as soon as possible if they wanted to live out the week.
Sabrina opened her eyes to find Jorge seated next to her on an unfamiliar bed and staring down at her. She tried to sit up, but he forced her to stay still with a hand on her shoulder. She glanced at his hand and back at his face before she asked, “Are you going to tell me what happened? One minute you disappear in front of my eyes, and the next I wake up here.” She frowned. “Just what all can you do with
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