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ropes
and bent to remove the ones at her feet. Her heart was a bass drum slamming
inside her. She pulled the ropes from her feet, and on light steps, went down
the opposite hall. Checking in the next room and finding it empty, she swiftly
moved through the darkness. She heard the sound of silverware rattling and knew
he was in the kitchen, the next room over.
    Fear and adrenaline were
tight knots in her belly making every sound louder and more sinister. Another
drawer slid open then banged closed. Footsteps close by. Lina held her breath
with her ear to the wall. He was going back to the living room where she should
be. Quickly she moved into the kitchen's side door and found a drawer with
knives in it already opened.
    There wasn't much of a
choice in terms of weapons. She grabbed two steak knives and flattened herself
against the wall by the doorway. There was no door to the kitchen, just an open
archway. She heard a muttered curse, and then the snick of a gun being cocked.
The kitchen light was on which wouldn't give her much of a surprise attack.
    Lina wished like hell she
had her gun. Hell that might be her gun he's using. Shit. He was probably
working on a frame job. Concentrate. She breathed through her nose, her
nostrils flaring. Her armpits were sweating, the warm liquid dripping down her
sides.
    Movement, heavy steps. A
floorboard squeaked. Lina's lips parted, pupils dilated. Her heart slowed,
quieted in her ears. Everything happened as if in slow motion. A shadow
appeared in the archway. Almost quiet enough to miss, the floor depressed with
the weight of a person. Lina launched her attack.
    Dropping to her knees silently,
she took a steadying breath and then swung her right arm out in a wide arch,
knife pointed out. She caught meat, pushed her shoulder further back until it
was digging into the wall. A scream and a curse, and then a flash of light and
an explosion of sound.
    Lina fell awkwardly into the
archway and stabbed with the other knife with everything she had. She met with
his stomach. The heavy clanking of metal to the floor was like music to her
ears as his gun fell from his loose grasp. He stumbled back and she collapsed
onto her stomach trying to reach for him. His white suit shirt had two big
splotches of red growing bigger by the second.
    His hand touched it. He
looked at his fingers with shock, then looked side to side before stumbling
down the hall. Lina heard a door open.
    She tried to lift up on her
arms, to get her legs working. She needed to get to that gun and go after him.
Needed to call 911 and get someone after the car with a little girl in it.
    What's wrong with me? Why
can’t I move?
    She pushed herself into a
sitting position, her arms shook like leaves in the wind, and then she fell back
to the ground. She struggled to drag air into her lungs, her throat made a
horrible wheezing sound with each breath. She turned her cheek to the side and
sent a prayer of thanks up above because the cool tile underneath her felt like
a godsend to her heated, sweaty flesh.
    Her head felt like it was
lolling around. Everything spun around her as if she were on a carousel going
eighty miles per hour.
    She heard a shout—a man's
voice, familiar. Her mouth opened, but nothing came out but thin, reedy air.
    She blinked, but her eyes
didn't open again.
    Her last thought was—he shot
me.
     

Chapter
13
     
    Cade was certain he'd never panicked as hard as he did when he saw
Lina lying on the floor in a pool of blood. It was a sight he'd never be able
to vanquish from his mind. It and the fear he'd felt would forever be etched in
his nightmares.
    When he'd gone to find Lina
for a late night breakfast and couldn’t find her, he'd thought maybe she left.
After seeing her explosive passion yesterday, he wouldn't have been that
surprised if she took off…again. Though he did figure she wasn't one to run
from something like that. At least not twice. But that's what he'd assumed when
he couldn't find her. He hated

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