Sydney Croft - ACRO - 2 by Unleashing The Storm

Sydney Croft - ACRO - 2 by Unleashing The Storm

Author:Unleashing The Storm [Storm, Unleashing The]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-01-16T17:21:18.102000+00:00

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“It feels like forever.” He arranged the mysterious stuff in his bag and placed his ammo on top.

“And what, exactly, do you do there?”

“Mostly, I bring in special people like you.”


He jammed the bag into a corner and moved toward the front of the tent. “Q and A is over. I need to patrol. See if you can get some sleep.”

When he started out, she grabbed his arm. “Be careful.” He nodded, and she added softly, “And Tommy? I want you to know I believe you.”

“About what?”

“Everything. The bad guys. Derek. You said you wouldn’t hurt me, and that you’d keep me safe. You have. Thank you.”

His entire body went rigid, and then he slipped away. Outside, the birds stopped chirping as though there was a predator in their midst.

It took her a moment to realize the predator was Tom.


Something was in the house.

Dev got to the bottom of the stairs without incident, tripped over his own feet as he walked into the den, where he spent most of his time when he was home. It was the place he felt the safest. Unbeatable.

Standing, he kept his back firmly against the wall to avoid any unwanted touches, and a burst of cool air brushed his cheek. He put his palms over his face and the touch ran up his bare forearms. He wondered how something could feel so comforting and eerie at the same time.

“Are you prepared to help me this time?” he demanded finally, yelled it to the ceiling as he pushed off the wall and walked to the middle of the room. He stood stock-still, fists clenched, body poised in fight-or-flight mode. Except he wasn’t going anywhere. “Answer me!”

“Is that any way to greet an old friend?”

Dev turned toward the voice even as the sound slid down his spine in that achingly familiar way and he cursed himself for not being able to drive certain weaknesses out of his body. Even though he’d been expecting Oz, he hated that he was never able to figure out where or when he’d show up.

“Fuck off,” he growled.

“Always a fighter. Can’t just shut up and give in, can you? Not even once.”

Dev stood his ground even as his world shifted beneath him and he breathed in the familiar scent of musk and whiskey as Oz moved in closer. Too close.

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