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Had whoever was in here heard me?
I could already tell that it wasn’t a rat or a raccoon. It was a person.
I inhaled deeply, but the damp, musty scent of the house muddled with the scent of the person. All I could smell was ocean water.
I continued on down the stairs, keeping my breathing normal and my eyes peeled.
The other person’s heart rate was still steady, so they probably didn’t know I was here. I would get the element of surprise.
Hopefully, they were friendly.
Hopefully, they didn’t have a gun and shot first then asked questions later … or never. That was certainly the way we’d been trained. Shoot first, ask questions never.
I reached the bottom of the stairs and nearly shot a hole clean through the fucking roof.
“What are you doing here?” Haina asked, dripping wet and looking at me like I’d just sprouted a second head.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I asked on a hiss.
She rolled her pretty blue eyes. “I heard you row away and thought,This guy can’t be serious. He’s going to go ashore and into a house by himself. If he dies, they all die.” She fixed me with a look, planting her hands on her shapely hips. “Forgive me, but I’d rathernotwake up next to dead corpses. I’m the only one here with nothing to lose. If you die because you’re a stubborn fool”—she pointed in the boat’s direction—“then they die, too.”
“I thought for sure you’d be passed right the fuck out after all those screaming orgasms.” I wasn’t going to take her bait. No fucking way.
Sure, she was right, but like fuck would I admit that.
It didn’t show that she genuinely cared about Rix and Jorik. She needed us way fucking more than we needed her. She didn’t know how to sail and, in my opinion, was a lucky fucking shot with her bow and spear. Not that I’d tried yet, but I was sure I’d be able to catch just as many fish, squirrels, and grouse.
Her eyes narrowed, and her mouth twisted into a sneer. “Oh, Zane, are you jealous?”
Yes.
“Fuck off,” I said instead, wandering deeper into the house.
There were two bedrooms in the bottom section of the house, both of them furnished and with beds and bedding. There was also a second bathroom, and this one had a deep soaker tub. The kitchen was fully equipped, and the living room was full of plush leather furniture, all pointing at a big stone fireplace.
“Think we could stay here?” she asked, still in the spot where I left her at the base of the stairs. “I saw that bathtub, and oh my God. I will boil water for ten hours if it means I can have a hot bath.”
I hid my snort of laughter by clearing my throat and continued scoping out the house.
“Nobody is here,” she said. “I can’t feel another heartbeat or smell anybody. It’s abandoned.”
“Did you swim here?” I dropped my gun to my side and approached her. A puddle was forming below her.
She shrugged. “You took the boat, so how else was I supposed to get here?”
Fair enough.
“I’ll take the boat back and go grab Rix and Jorik,” she said, already heading to the sliding-glass door. “You check to see if we can get any power to this place.”
I reared back at her order. Nobody besides my commander gave me orders.
I was alpha on our three-person team and had already established that I was also captain of that fucking ship, since she had no idea how to sail and up until a few days ago had turned into a simpering fool if too many sounds and smells overwhelmed her senses.
“What?” she asked, oozing attitude and with a glint in her eyes that said, “Fucking challenge me, I dare you.”And boy did I want to fucking challenge her. I wanted nothing more than to have a go at her—and not only in the cock meets pussy sense.
I didn’t get much of a chance to see her in action when we fought those soldiers on the boat. I’d been otherwise occupied fighting my own opponent and then trying not to die of a stab wound.
I wanted to fight her nearly as much as I wanted to fuck her.
With another eye roll, she turned her back on me and exited the house, leaving me standing there with yet another fucking hard-on and a painful urge to chase after her and either kick her to make her fight me or push her up against the side of the house and shove my cock in her.
So rather than play my hand—either of them—I dug my nails into the heel of my palm until I felt the blood begin to drip off my fingers onto the word floor and clenched my teeth until I damn near broke a fucking tooth.
All that did, though, was make me bleed and give me a headache. I still had a hard-as-fuck cock and the aching desire to fuck her smart mouth and make those rolling eyes look up at me with a pleading need to choke her damn throat.
Maybe it’d just be easier for everyone if I killed her?
