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Tawny Taylor Carpe Nocturne 2: Kiss Me, Kill Me - 11 ­
Okay, the guy was standing next to the car, his gaze leveled right at them.
He’d say that was a yes.
“Fuck. Gotta run. Fast!” He pointed east. “That way!” Snatching up the suitcase,
he bent down, hit Sylvie mid-stomach with his shoulder and scooped her off her feet.
Still hugging her dog to her side, she dangled over his back as he ran, kicking her legs,
insisting he put her down.
Not that he could take the time to explain it now, but there was no other way.
Humans moved slow as snails compared to immortals. If he let her run, they stood
absolutely no chance of escaping.
Ignoring Sylvie’s continuing rant, and her dog’s continued assault on his
shoulder, he turned north, cutting through some lawns to go back toward the woods.
That narrow patch of forest wound down several miles, to the county line. It was their
only hope of staying out of sight.
They stopped running about three miles in. He set Sylvie down on her feet and
prepared himself for the verbal assault he was sure to get. She gave him a pretty nasty
glare but didn’t say a word. She hugged her quivering animal to her chest and
stumbled beside him as they walked. When she tripped over a tree root, he caught her
hand to keep her from falling.
She answered his gesture with a faint smile. “Thank you. For getting Lulu.”
“You’re welcome.”
Neither of them released the other’s hand.
It seemed he’d been forgiven.
One disaster averted, several actually.
Now he just had to figure out where they’d go next. With no car, they could only
go so far. And with daylight coming in the next few hours, they needed to find
someplace safe to hide, or he’d be dust.
Literally.