Flattening against the incline, she had to resist the urge to peek over it and attempt to get a bearing on the shooter.
"We"re covered."
Oh, he sounded far too complacent as he kept a tight hold around her waist and kept her from checking above to see if anyone was moving in on them.
Turning her head, she looked over at him instead. "Was this Jonas"s idea to draw someone or something out?" she asked, fighting back the urge to kick him, since Jo- nas wasn"t there to take the blow himself.
"If it is, then I"ll kill him myself," Stygian grated as he removed one arm from around her and flipped his wrist over to stare at the face of his watch. Maneuvering the arm still holding her to him, he depressed the small 226/862.
cylindrical post at the side. "Rule, do you have eyes on the b.a.s.t.a.r.d?"
"Eyes on. We"re moving in. Stay where you are," a voice came through the link as the watch face slowly disappeared to reveal the image of the Lion Breed Rule Breaker.
The urge to growl was beginning to tighten her throat.
"b.a.s.t.a.r.ds," she muttered.
"Only technically," Rule drawled without a change of expression. "Hold tight. We have a team moving in on your position."
Hold tight her a.s.s.
"We"re too exposed here," she warned Sty- gian. "If they don"t have a bead on the son of a b.i.t.c.h firing at us, then we"re going to be screwed here."
"Tell her to hold on to her panties," Rule stated as though she weren"t even there. "We may not have a bead on the shooter, but we have thermal imaging all around you. He won"t get close enough to do any damage."
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"And did he have thermal imaging before we were shot at?" she questioned. "If he did, then he"s falling far short on the job, Stygian."
Stygian didn"t say a word.
Glancing at him, she nearly rolled her eyes at the black and brilliant blue fury gleaming in his gaze.
"Are we going to sit here like paper targets waiting on some Breed-hating b.a.s.t.a.r.d to take us out?" she asked.
His eyes narrowed.
"Keep her there, Wolf," Rule warned him.
"We"re moving in. Dog"s team will have sights on him within seconds."
Liza snorted again.
Narrowing her eyes, she stared around, taking in the peaceful setting and lack of tourists on that particular end of the lake.
"Seduction," she muttered. "You just had to go the seduction routine, didn"t you?"
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"I hope she"s talking to you, Wolf." Rule chuckled.
"Move it, Rule," Stygian growled, the rasp in his voice a dangerous, primal sound.
"Got it-"
Dirt exploded above their heads, the pro- jectile that had managed to bury itself in the ground obviously coming from behind them.
Liza noticed neither of them bothered making a sound.
Following him, she threw herself to the right, scrambling for the dubious cover of the boulders stacked along the bank several feet away.
"Which way?" Back flat against the cool stone as she crouched behind the stone pro- tection, she glanced at Stygian.
He"d found a small crack between the two boulders that he was peering through before easing back, still crouched and prepared to move.
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"Whoever"s out there has to be the worst shot in the world," he mused with animalistic fury. "Just enough to f.u.c.king p.i.s.s me off."
"Go out without a weapon again." Liza rolled her eyes despite the concern she could feel edging into the adrenaline-laced excite- ment pounding through her.
"Yeah, why don"t you just do that?" he re- torted back.
"Alas, the trusty knife is tucked in my boot." She sighed as she reached up and ac- tivated the earbud at her ear. She knew she"d picked it up for a reason. "I left the trusty sidearm at home though. You promised to protect me, remember?"
"Yeah, I remember." He sighed. But it was becoming clearer by the moment that his mate could do a fine job of protecting herself.
"We"re on our way, Munchkin." Cullen stated. "We"re heading from the east dock.
ETA is two minutes or less. Reever has an eye on your location and taking bead."
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She watched as Stygian"s head turned slowly, his acute Breed hearing no doubt catching the sound of Cullen"s voice at her ear.
"Watch out for the Breeds," she stated softly as she turned her head to speak, hop- ing to keep Rule from hearing her. "I don"t have a good feeling about this, Cullen."
They were being drawn out. Reever was in the trees somewhere, his handy-dandy sniper rifle poised and ready while Cullen raced toward them. Steven would be some- where close by, and Claire and Chelsea each would have been alerted to Liza"s situation while G.o.d only knew what position Klah was taking.
There were times Klah scared even her.
"They take out a Bureau Breed and we"re going to have problems, sweetheart," Stygian warned her.
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even more problems," she warned him in turn. "What the h.e.l.l is going on here, Stygian?"
Was it a calculated move designed by Jo- nas Wyatt to draw members of the Breed Underground Network out into the open? Or was it Council soldiers determined to find the research projects the underground had hidden over the years?
"When I find out, I promise you, whoever"s behind this will pay h.e.l.l for it," he swore.
Whatever it was, he wasn"t involved.
"They have him," Rule announced quietly.
"Sights are on your shooter. He"s searching for your location. Mother-" She had a feel- ing the curse that cut off was due to the shot that was likely heard around the lake.
At least, they heard it.
The explosive retort was muted, coming from the East as the sound of the Navajo Lake Patrol water cruiser could be heard ra- cing for the bank.
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"The cavalry is here," she murmured.
"Cleanup in aisle five," Rule stated with quiet disgust as Liza and Stygian rose slowly to their feet as the lake cruiser eased up to the bank. "Jacobs just took our shooter"s head off."
"Better his head than yours." Jumping from the cruiser, Cullen"s glare was dark enough to shred any man"s confidence as he suddenly gripped Liza"s arm and turned her to the cruiser. "Get-"
The words broke as Liza felt his grip jerk before she was released.
Swinging around, she watched, her lips parting in shock at the sight of the normally unconquerable Cullen suddenly thrown against the largest of the boulders, his back nearly bouncing against the stone as an en- raged, primal snarl tore from Stygian"s throat. His lips were peeled from his teeth, his incisors flashing in the brilliance of the 233/862 sunlight as one hand closed brutally around Cullen"s throat.
Cullen stared back at the aberration calmly, as though this were an everyday occurrence.
"When you"ve finished-" Cullen began.
"Touch her again and you"ll lose your f.u.c.k- ing throat." It was like hearing a Wolf at- tempting to speak, his voice was so savage, so animalistic.
Liza could only watch in shock, seeing the slow flex of Stygian"s fingers around the strong column of Cullen"s throat as the other man simply stared up at him unconcerned, his arms relaxed at his side, his gaze mocking.
The battle of wills was fought silently, neither man dropping his gaze nor blinking as they seemed locked in some weird mo- ment of time as violence thrummed in the air.
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"Let him go!" Liza snapped as she watched Stygian"s fingers tighten again.
Cullen wasn"t moving. He wasn"t taking his eyes from Stygian"s, nor was he attempting to defend himself when Liza knew he could.
She had seen him do so before.
Stygian"s fingers flexed at the sound of her voice.
"I said let him go!" Jumping forward, her fingers locked around his wrist, jerking back and nearly losing her balance as his arm fol- lowed the forceful pull she exerted on it.
Stygian caught her, his arm going around her waist as he caught her against him, ig- noring her struggles as he and Cullen contin- ued to stare each other down.
Stygian could sense the power, the prom- ise of violence and the ability to fight as it pulsed beneath the other man"s flesh, but Cullen Maverick hadn"t used that power.
He"d instead stood still and silent despite the hold that had tightened around his neck.
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"What are you hiding?" Stygian growled at him. "Why would you allow a Breed to all but rip your throat out?"
Cullen"s gaze moved slowly to Liza. "For her."
Liza stilled.
Stygian could feel her now: watchful, si- lent, her body tense at the answer the other man gave.
"For me?" Liza snapped. "Why the h.e.l.l would you do it for me? You should have kicked his f.u.c.king a.s.s."
Rage was spilling from her, the scent of it fiery as she jerked out of his hold.
"Let it go, Liza," Cullen said then, his voice soft as Stygian allowed him to continue to keep his gaze.
He was d.a.m.ned if he could decipher what the other man was trying to silently tell him though.
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He hadn"t quite learned that whole male- to-male silent-messaging bulls.h.i.t humans seemed to practice.
"Oh, I"ll let it go," she snapped.
Stygian turned his head, watching as she stalked to the cruiser and in a graceful move gripped the side of the low vessel and vaulted into it. "I"ll let it go, forget it, ignore it, and I"ll even f.u.c.king pretend it didn"t happen."
Stygian knew that one was a lie. She"d be throwing this up to him for years to come, he could feel it.
"f.u.c.k," Cullen muttered. "She"s going to be b.i.t.c.hing at me for years."
The comment matched his thoughts so completely that Stygian couldn"t help but throw the man another snarl. It was the an- imal pacing just beneath his skin, it refused to return still and silent to that place within his psyche where it normally watched, silent and content.
It wasn"t content any longer.
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"Snarl all you like." Cullen snorted. "You"re the one that backed off when she ordered you to, not me. So which of us do you think she has the most whipped."
Stygian"s nostrils flared. He would have loved to go after the man"s throat again, but before he could move to do so, Cullen had managed to vault into the water cruiser and jump behind the wheel of the craft.
A flick of his wrist and it was expertly shooting backward before giving a hard turn on the water, digging in deep and cleaving through the lake before Stygian could more than step toward it.
Instead, he stood on the bank watching his mate until the cruiser disappeared around the small bend of the bank toward the east dock.
"I think he needs his a.s.s kicked." Rule jumped silently to the bank, followed by the four Breeds following.
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