Page 13 of Secret Weapon

Ana bit her lip, and I’d never seen her look spooked that way either.

“Sorry,” she whispered.

“Just get her the hell away from me.Tie her up.”

We carried flex-cuffs and paracord as standard, and by the time Nine opened her eyes, we had her hog-tied and disarmed.Of course, she began struggling right away, spitting curses in Russian and English and calling us all manner of uncomplimentary names.

And now we had the problem of what to do with her.

“So…” I started, wiping away the blood that still trickled from my nose.“Any ideas?”

Nine had several, all of them unpleasant and some of them physical impossibilities.Safe to say she wasn’t happy with recent developments.Admittedly my Russian wasn’t fluent, but she seemed to be pissed about us stabbing a dog?Was that some kind of idiom?Ana knelt beside her and brushed her hair almost tenderly, then she shocked me for the third time in as many minutes when she leaned in close.And kissed the murderous witch.Not with tongues—our old-new friend would’ve bitten it off—but more than a chaste peck.

What the fuck?

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