The Killing Game
“A soldier? A shiver brushed over her skin like a ghost from the past.It felt strange. As if she’d been transported back in time. And yet, here she was, relying on the strength of those long, strong, foreign fingers to guide her safely through the night. Adjusting her footing in response to subtle pressure changes, tuning her body to match his. Trusting a man she’d just met. Relying on a man, period.It wasn’t something she did. It wasn’t who she was.She believed in saving things, in using data t...o make her point, not violence. But data wasn’t going to save her leopards from their current predicament. Her fingers tightened involuntarily and he slowed to match her pace. The guy was fit, not even breathing heavily, despite everything they’d been through and how many miles they’d walked. She was fit too, she ran and worked out, but exhaustion was making her feet scuff and her vision blur. Not that she was about to admit weakness to this newcomer.The clouds had disappeared and a thin moon shone clear and bright.MoreLess
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