“No.” But a part of Axton really didn’t mind being trapped with her.
“There must be a release somewhere.”
He stared at the blank walls. “Hopefully not on the outside.”
CHAPTER THREE
Xenia barely resisted the urge to kick the wall.
She couldn’t find a way out. She’d tried to contact Xander using her systems, but whatever this prison was made from blocked her transmissions.
They were trapped.
“Someone will come looking for us,” Axton said.
He was sitting, back against the wall, the ion light illuminating his handsome face.
“I don’t like waiting,” she grumbled.
“I would never have guessed.”
She needed to get out of here. She hadn’t forgotten those heated moments, trapped together in the net. She’dtouchedhim.
And he knew she could feel.
He gestured beside him. “There isn’t enough room to pace. Take a seat.”
She hesitated, but finally dropped down beside him. It wasn’t like she could keep much distance between them in this tiny metal box.
“At least we have air,” he said, far too cheerfully.
“We should conserve the ion light.”
He hesitated for a second then flicked it off. Darkness enveloped them.
She let her head drop back against the wall. She set her systems running—again—looking for possible options for getting them out.
“Why would the Rahl construct this trap?” she wondered aloud.
“I’ve no idea. The Rahl struck me as the charge-in-and-kill type, not strategic thinkers.”
She frowned. Axton’s voice had taken on a rough edge. “Most of the soldiers were just like that, all brute strength. But the leaders seemed to have increased intelligence engineered into them. Cran, who ran the Rahl operations in Haxx, was smart, cunning.”
“Well, this was a trap set for a CenSec. No one else could have jumped that high.”
Why would Cran have wanted to trap a CenSec? Xenia pulled out the Sync that had started all this. By some small miracle, she’d managed to hold onto it when the net had hit them.
She thumbed the power button and the Sync flared to life.
“Anything interesting?” Axton asked.
She swiped the screen. “It’s almost out of power.” An icon blinked at her. She touched it.
An image filled the screen.
“What the hell?” It was a mess of straight lines, boxes of different colors, and the Rahl’s distinctive text that looked like claw marks. She glanced at Axton. “I can’t make any sense out of it.”
The glow of the screen threw the angles of his face into sharp relief. “It looks like a map.”
