Cat Adams [Blood Singer 02] Siren Song (pdf)

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Hang up Warren, now.
The door next to me opened. If I could ve moved I might have used the advantage of
surprise to fight. There were obviously problems with that. First, they were armed, I
wasn t. Neither was Kevin. And while I might want to kill him, I didn t want them to do it.
Too, even if I got away, the same basic problem remained. They had Emma. Our best
chance at getting her back was to stick with Warren and Kevin s plan. Warren, have
them use magic to trace us.
I couldn t move, at least not well enough to fight. Warren s curse might have lifted, but
the drugs hadn t worn off. I let my eyes fly open, but that was the most I could manage. I
had no choice but to sit there, utterly limp, as a strange man ran his hands all over my
body. I fought down a wave of rage and panic. I tried to scream, I couldn t help it. Too
many memories. But all that came out was a whistling squeak that wouldn t even carry
outside the car. At least this wasn t personal some sadistic treasure hunter getting his
jollies. It was just business. He was thorough, too, even to the point of running his fingers
through my hair checking to make sure nothing had been hidden in it. He found the
earpiece.
She s clean. She was wearing a phone, but the line is dead and she can t talk
anyway.
You sure?
She tried to scream when I searched her.
Bound?
Duct tape, hands and feet. Can t tell whether it s spelled or not.
Hands in front or behind the back?
In front. My guy sounded disgusted by that. Apparently he was a pro and knew better.
There are so many things you can do, even bound, if your hands are in front of you, and
there s a much better chance of escape.
Kevin s voice came next, calm and clear. There was no point in hurting her. It was just
a precaution in case the drugs wore off more quickly than they should. Her metabolism is
pretty weird. Besides, he continued, you know as well as I do that it s hard to get the
body to sit right in the car seat with the arms behind the back. I didn t want to get pulled
over by the cops.
The grunt from the man next to me might have been an acknowledgment. It couldn t
have been exertion from lifting me out of the car. I m not that heavy.
He threw me over his shoulder like a sack of grain. My head hung down nearly to his
waist. The drugs were wearing off, but I had a horrible case of cottonmouth and my head
was throbbing in time with each of his steps, to the point where I was in real danger of
tossing my cookies. That would be bad with tape over my mouth. It would be easy to
choke to death. Of course, I was facedown, so likely all that would happen is that the
vomit would pool my sinuses and run out my nose.
Ick.
I tried to get my bearings with no success. Two men appeared from a hiding place
next to the road, which was blocked by a pair of black SUVs. The first climbed into the
Miata and took off, with the SUVs trailing it. The second man strolled over to our group.
Should ve put her in the trunk.
Have you seen what passes for the trunk of a Miata? No way she d fit. Kevin
sounded disgusted. A couple of the men laughed shortly.
There were six of them. They cuffed Kevin, using handcuffs with hefty enough spells
that I could feel the magic from ten feet away. Even so, they made sure that four men
surrounded him, staying out of reach, weapons at the ready. A werewolf is no laughing
matter. The man carrying me stayed well back and behind him. The man from the road,
with his very businesslike semiauto, followed.
The scrub brush that lined both sides of the road gave way to loose rock, sand, and
cactus. We were climbing. The man carrying me was breathing hard but didn t say
anything. Then again, neither did anybody else. The whole march was eerily silent; even
the creatures native to this place had gone still at our approach. I was thinking hard,
trying to figure out who to call for help and what landmarks to give them. There weren t
any. Desert covers a lot of territory in Southern California. We were far enough away
from the bulk of the city that light pollution was minimal but not so far out that there
weren t still a few warehouses.
There was a definite chill to the breeze and the sky overhead was a rich indigo blue. I
could see more stars than you ever catch sight of in town. I tried to find the North Star to
orient myself, but it was too much effort to move my head and neck even that much.
Which meant I had no freaking idea where I was. None.
Kevin, where are we?
I spoke in his mind. But it was Eirene who answered me, just before I felt a wall of [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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