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Free for a Second
Shes gettin along well with de family, despite all
the flustered blabberin she did on our way here ta Creole
Royale. Tough to imagine her as some cold-blooded killer, when shes
here jokin with Pere, Mere and de brothers. Dey seem tlike
her a lot, which is scary in a way, since dey know dat she aint
just any other femme.
Tough timagine dat shes still here wit me, actually.
I expected her tbe gone when I woke up from our lovemaking,
but she was dere. And it meant quite a bit to dis old Cajun here,
because no other woman ever made me feel comfortable bein
around after The Deed. One night of hot sex and dats
it. In de mornin, it best tbe gone.
Our eyes meet for a while, and she smiles at me. Shes so
alive, and it gives me hope dat we could actually pull her out from
whatever mess shes in. I dont know much, but I do know
dat de people after her want her dead. She places her hand on mine
and squeezes it gently as she stands up tleave de table.
Her hands run over my shoulders and she bends low to give me a
searing kiss on my lips, one so hot that it drew whoops and wolf-whistles
from de boys. Her stroking tongue finally let up, and allowed me
to recover from de dizzyin experience, she smiles again, and
I watched in a stupor as she made her way to the restrooms.
As soon as the cubicle door closed, she retched into the toilet,
giving in to that gut-wrenching dread that she had been battling
since they left the hotel. Her eyes teared up, partly induced by
the vomiting, but mostly from her sorrow and regret. That kiss was
probably the very last inch of affection, or even love that she
would ever be able to give. Sabine could only hope that it didnt
give any of her intentions away; her acting was good, but under
these emotional circumstances that she wasnt too good at handling,
she truly doubted her facade abilities.
Which was why she had little time to lose. Remy was a smart man,
he would figure out her plan soon and come after her. She willed
herself to stand and allowed her trained instincts take over. Making
sure that there was no one else around in the restroom, she pulled
her gun out of her purse, and reached up towards the small frosted
window above the toilet, hammering the pane with the butt of her
gun in a quick and forceful stroke, shattering it with minimal noise.
I see youve been enjoying yourself quite a bit,
commented Portman as he gave Sabine the look-over. He leaned over
the car door of her convertible, reached out and adjusted the fallen
strap of her dress. You wont look this ravishing after
were done with you, you realise?
Just get on with it, Portman. she said cooly, and voluntarily
stepped out of her vehicle. You were never one for bullshit,
dont start now.
Two Operatives grabbed her roughly and shoved her into a signature
black van. Three other pair of eyes locked on her immediately; they
belonged to heavily-armed Operatives.
As Portman got into the van with her, she commented, Thanks
for the big turnup at my welcome home party, Portman.
The latter just smiled coldly and retorted, Would you like
the same for your funeral, Sabine?
The doors of the van slid closed and they rode back to HQ in deadly
He crashed his fist through the thin wood of the cubicle door,
and then cursed in his native tongue. His head snapped up as he
heard approaching footsteps; it was two of his guild members.
Pardon us, our Prince, but she is nowhere tbe found,
reported the shorter of the two. We have combed every place
possible, de hotel room included,
Remy LeBeau rubbed his sore hand and swore again. He sighed. Dieu,
Sabine. Merci, Pierre ... Jacque. Go back home, mes amis. Ill
His helpers shuffled nervously and backed away, thankful to be
Remy looked at the broken window again and rubbed the back of his
neck. He shouldve seen it coming. The kiss was suspicious
enough, it was too long, too passionate, as if it were her last.
It would be her bloody last, if he didnt get to her soon.
This was going to be a long night...
Continued in Chapter
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