Her Last Whisper

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Authors: Karen Robards
Tags: Fiction, Suspense, Romance, Thrillers, Paranormal
for safety as she would have wished, he stopped just outside the circle to wait for her.
    This is no time to be gentlemanly! The hunter can’t hurt
me, she wanted to scream at him, but of course she didn’t. Although he could only get ahead of her by about fifty feet, in these circumstances a fifty-foot head start was not to be despised. It would at least get him out of her office, where the hunter knew to look for him.
    “—am thinking about it,” she concluded quickly, pulling her arm free of Tony’s hold and hurrying past Michael toward the door. She added over her shoulder in as normal a tone as she could manage, “I’m just going to go outside. I’m feeling a little dizzy and I really need some fresh air.”
    “Charlie—” Tony sounded perturbed. She didn’t look back or even slow down. She was already edging through the crowd at the door. Her fingers curled around the cool hard curve of the horseshoe. Pulling it free of her waistband, she thrust it out of sight into her pants pocket, then kept a firm grip on it. If the hunter came back, she wanted to be ready.
    A shiver slid down her spine at the prospect.
    Please don’t let it come back
.
    Pugh looked sharply at her as Charlie murmured “Excuse me” to get past him. Michael (being noncorporeal had its plus side) had already made it through the knot of men standing in and around the doorway and was once again waiting for her to catch up. Pugh automatically stepped out of her way, but then came after her as she speed-walked away from him, rushing down the corridor with Michael at her side. Tony was perhaps half a step behind Pugh. With thoughts in mind of how vulnerable Michael was to the hunter, she would have kicked up her pace to a flat-out run except she was afraid of attracting too much attention. Plus, the last thing she wanted to do was overtax Michael’s strength. It was clear that whatever the hunter had done to him had left him in a severely weakened state.
    Pugh said loudly, “Dr. Stone, wait! Did I understand you to say you’re feeling ill?”
    “A little light-headed. Nothing some fresh air won’t help,” Charlie threw back at him. The route to the nearest elevator bank required her to go to the end of the hallway where her office was located and then walk a short distance along the corridor that led to the infirmary—both places, she judged, where there was a better than average likelihood of encountering the hunter—before turning down the hallway that led to the elevator banks. Michael stayed beside her, matching his pace to hers even though his gait was growing unsteady. From that, and his increasingly ashen complexion, sheknew that he was having real difficulty. A moment later, he gave up walking and went into what she called the ghost-glide, with his boots floating an inch or so above the floor.
    He must have been able to read her worry for him in her face, because he gave her a crooked half-smile. “No need to get that sexy little blue thong you’re wearing in a twist, babe. I’ll make it.”
    That made her eyes widen. There was outrage in the look she threw at him.
    Did you watch me getting dressed?
    She barely managed to stop herself from saying it aloud. Because a sexy little blue thong exactly described her underwear. And she’d put them on, along with the rest of her clothes, in her bathroom, in which she now dressed because of
him
, which he was forbidden to enter without an invitation.
    His eyes raked her face, and his smile widened into a devilish grin. “Just so you know, I saw you getting them out of your dresser. Before you locked yourself in the bathroom to get dressed. Jesus, you have a dirty mind.”
    That would have totally infuriated her if his voice hadn’t been so raspy it sounded like somebody had taken sandpaper to his vocal cords.
    What she wanted to do was wrap an arm around his muscular waist and have him lean on her. She couldn’t.
    Except for tightening her hold on the horseshoe and keeping a wary

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