Page 4 of Stealing Mercury
“It’s not like Roma is going to advertise it. But we’re a long way from the core, Sam, and most people here don’t give a damn.”
“But—”
“We don’t have a lot of time and I have to tell you.”
If he was going to tell her he’d lost his mind, she could only agree.
Sevti kept his pace but dabbed at the fine sheen of perspiration across his forehead with the arm of his uniform jacket. “Owens is suspicious.”
She wanted to shoutof course he’s suspicious, you infected fifteen of his people with a virus,but she kept her mouth shut and listened.
“He’s sending two of his men with you to accompany the Dogs.”
She stopped, body jerking to a halt that ripped her out of Sevti’s hold. Her boots were suddenly lead, fused to the floor plating. “What am I supposed to do with passengers?” What was she supposed to do with genetically engineered fighters in her cargo-hold? Her heart pounded out a fast tattoo in her chest and her legs had turned rubbery.
“They’re not just passengers.” He wrapped his hand around her forearm and squeezed as if he thought he needed the gesture to convey the seriousness of the situation. “They’re two of his goons, handlers from the arena. These men are hot-tempered and arrogant, used to dishing out abuse with impunity. Steer clear of them as much as possible and stay out of the way when the resistance team boards. Keep your head down and you’ll be fine.”
She couldn’t imagine anything less fine. She was well aware of the seriousness of the danger she’d landed in. Samantha looked over to the nearest cage and the man inside. The tips of his pointed ears peeked up through a shoulder-length fall of dark hair. They twitched, but his attention focused on the direction the workers had gone. The silver ropes of scar tissue that marred the prisoner’s broad shoulders and wrists made her ache to look at them.
He might be a victim, but that didn’t mean he was an angel. They fight to the death andshare their females, she reminded herself. But if they cared so little for life and for their mate, why would they infuse their howls with such grief?
When she started forward again, urged on by Sevti’s insistent tugs, the Arena Dog jerked around to press against his cage directly in front of them. He gripped the unrelenting bars tight enough to make his knuckles whiten and the muscles in his arms bunch. Thunder clouds and lightning flashed at her from the depths of his silver-gray eyes.
Her mouth turned into a desert and tiny bumps rose across her skin. A steady, low growl rumbled up from somewhere in the man’s chest. His facial features weren’t dog-like, but they weren’t wholly human, either. His face was all sharp angles and wide, flat nose.
The rest of him seemed more human, if overly large. He hunched over, too tall for the cage that could have held her with more than a dozen centimeters to spare. Bruises in a rainbow of hues mottled his ribs and chest. Knee length black pants hugged him tightly and rode low across his hips. A pair of black, ankle high flex-boots completed the outfit.
Sevti leaned close, putting his lips near her ear. “You can’t tell them.”
“What?”
“The Dogs. They don’t know what we have planned, and you can’t tell them.”
It occurred to her that maybe Sevti hadn’t gone crazy. Maybe she was the one who’d lost touch with reality.
Sevti tightened his grip on her arm. “The Dogs have led simple lives. They’re naïve. They don’t understand lies and deception. They might give it away. We can’t put the resistance at risk. You have to keep them in the dark until our team makes it to you.”
Samantha pulled her arm free of his grasp. “Okay. I get it.”
But she didn’t. Not really. The Arena Dog was clearly used to violence. How could Sevti call him naïve?
Gaze locked on the lethal-looking man behind the bars, Samantha strode straight toward him—the Arena Dog with the stormy eyes. Behind her, Sevti called out, “Don’t get so close. They’re dangerous, Samantha.”
Slowing, she closed the last meter more cautiously as Sevti’s voice faded out of her awareness. The world drew down to the bubble of stillness where she stood face to face with a man in a cage.
“Hello.” The word whispered across her lips.
The man’s ears twitched and his features softened for an instant. His nose flared and his head tilted as he studied her. In a flash of movement too quick to follow, his hand shot out and he grabbed her wrist. She gasped but managed not to struggle or panic.
At least on the outside.
Inside, her heart raced like an over-wound crank. He gripped her firmly and pulled her forward, crushing her breasts against the bars and threading her hand through a gap.
The heat of his palm branded her skin. She couldn’t look away from the flashes in his eyes, flashes she couldn’t interpret. Something about those eyes called to her. They held intelligence and maybe even a fascination as powerful as hers.
She flexed her fingers, accidentally brushing the sharply defined muscles of his abdomen. They jumped beneath her touch, but he held steady, as implacable as a glacier, as volatile as a sun. This close, she could see the sadness behind the thunder and lightning of his eyes.
He lifted her hand and pressed the tender inside of her wrist to his nose. The touch sent a tingle along her nerves. The warmth of his breath on her skin was beyond intimate.
