![]() ![]() ![]() We had practiced this move hundreds of times and I knew his hands would already be at her throat, but her braids tangled around them. We bounced, me on bottom, her knee landing against my spine just as Leo’s weight fell onto us. We hit and I could hear her heart pounding. I cursed under my breath as she landed on me, riding me down. Felt myself falling forward, prey to the oldest trick in the book. She sidestepped fast-faster than human-and stuck out a foot. Without thought, training and muscle memory pulling me forward into the moves, I drew a knife and attacked. I was inhaling when the door opened and I caught her scent. ![]() A woman-an Amazon-stood there, needle-thin, muscled, balanced, and ready, dressed in jeans and leather, black braids to her bum, a gun held low at her side, and a glowing cross in her other hand. I resisted the urge to look up and wink at the camera, as Katie herself was unlikely to be watching the security display screens and I had no desire to flirt with Tom, her muscle. I also found it difficult to remember security cameras were everywhere, even over the door to Katie’s Ladies. ![]() I wasn’t fond of doors without peepholes, which was surely quite telling about my age. ![]()
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