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| Soul of a Predator |
| Now she ached to hit, lash out, use her energy on something. Anything. Her breath came faster, the mutant inside her struggling to break free to the surface. She fought it down, pushing mentally, clenching her teeth at the effort. “Well, well,” Shaque drawled from the stairwell. “And what do we have going on here?” “Get out.” Standing rigidly, she scowled over her shoulder. “Now!” “Going mutant, Elyse?” He started down the stairs, each metal step ringing under his boots. “You don’t want to be here.” Hearing the deepening of her voice, she took a deep breath. “Go.” His winter gaze swept over her face, one brow arched mockingly. Continuing to come down the stairwell, every step sure, he exuded confidence. His cold calmness was like an invisible cloak enfolding him. Coiled up in one hand was his bullwhip. Anger bubbled to the surface, and she snarled, turning to face him. “I said to bloody go away!” “You’re looking edgy there, Elyse.” His boots hit the floor of the cargo hold and without pausing he strode across the cargo hold towards her. Shaking the bullwhip out to the side, he cracked the lash with a loud popping sound against the floor. “Real edgy.” Anticipation surged through her, causing the mutant to strain a little closer to the surface. “It’s your turn not to push me, hunter.” Even as she spoke, she picked up the long staff resting against the wall in its holder. copyright: Angela Verdenius 2007 |