Page 276 of Of Sins and Sacrifice

“Still don’t have enough faith in me?”

“I do, but I’m also a realist and?—”

He shuts me up with a kiss.

“I’ll be fine. Wait for me here, all right?”

“No dying. Promise me.”

“Promise.” He gives me a lopsided smile.

“And if you need help, I’ll teleport you back to safety here.”

“All right.” He winks at me, his tone dripping with confidence.

“We can still just teleport back to the base and?—”

“Trust me,” he repeats.

“Fine. Go kick some Nazi butt.”

“It will be my pleasure.”

He swiftly reaches for his weapons, the gleam of metal reflecting in his intense gaze as he gives me one final kiss. “Teleport me out,” he commands, urgency lacing his voice. “And wait for me inside.”

I comply with the first request, but the second… I may not be able to physically intervene, but that doesn’t mean I won’t keep a watchful eye on my male.

As soon as Mine leaves, I transport myself to the top of the ice structure and sculpt a comfortable chair out of ice.

Settling into my icy throne, I also pilfer some more dessert from that fancy restaurant. Unfortunately, today they don’t have any donuts, so I have to make do with some oddly shaped pastries drizzled with a bit of chocolate. Sighing in disappointment, I take a bite and savor its sweetness nonetheless.

Good enough, I suppose.

I settle back and watch the ensuing action, ready to intervene and save Mine should he need it. I might not be able to harm those nasty humans, but I can save my human.

The moment the soldiers notice Mine striding toward them, they direct their weapons toward him. A barrage of bullets ensues.

I tense as I wait to see what Mine does.

He easily moves through the curtain of bullets, his fluidity and speed baffling the soldiers.

It baffles me too.

It’s not the first time I’ve witnessed his fighting skills, and for a human, he is certainly impressive.

But is that enough in this instance?

He spots the nearest man and heads toward him, all the while moving around the bullets with unnatural speed and precision.

I take a bite of the pastry. The chocolate is nice, but something is lacking.

As I chew, I note he’s shot the man in the face, right between his eyes.

A kill shot.

I smack my lips together, enjoying the sweetness of the pastry. For someone whose job is to pilot a plane, he’s certainly got a good aim. And good fighting skills.

He reaches the dead man and grabs the body before it hits the ground, positioning it in front of him and using it as a shield.

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