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a
citywide manhunt in progress, and a reward for information leading to the
arrest of Katrina Dash, who they considered armed and very dangerous. They'd
managed to twist it around so well that her own people were now out for her
blood, and she was the only one who knew the truth — well, other than Barak and
his friend, who at least witnessed the fact she had not assassinated her own team
mates.
    Sighing, she rubbed both
hands over her face in an attempt to push away the migraine that began to form.
"Fuck me running. I can't let them get away with this." Kat was
speaking to herself, though Barak sat there beside her. She had not decided the
course of action she would to take, but she'd be damned if she was going to sit
back and let those bastards go unpunished. She might go down, but she intended
to put a hot piece of lead in each of them before then.
    Sitting quiet for a
moment, Kat decided upon her first move in the deadly game of chess she was
about to play. "Barak, could you do me a little favor?" she turned
and purred to the male who sat patiently at her side. He raised an eyebrow in
response. Taking that as a yes, Kat smiled. It was payback time.
    Once she scripted exactly
what she wanted him to say, she handed him the paper. "Remember to make it
believable. I need to be certain he heads out on his own instead of bringing
backup."
    ****
    Barak stared at the paper,
then at his Zi mate. Had they been on his plane, there would be no question of
him allowing such a dangerous act, but this was not his plane and this could
help him on two fronts. First, it would give his mate some peace to see those
responsible for what happened last night pay.
Secondly, it would allow him to gain the trust of his mate. This also meant he
would be there to ensure her safety.
     

Chapter Four
     
    Seated in the far dark
corner of the little tavern a few blocks from her apartment, Kat waited. From
her vantage point she could easily observe who came and went without drawing
attention to herself. Barak and his companions had insisted on accompanying her,
and now they mixed in among the crowd that occupied the establishment. She'd
done her best to convince them she did not need their help, but secretly she
was glad they came along. If things went to hell, as they had back in the
alley, she would need them. She could only hope she had Drake's arrogance
pinned correctly. She was betting he would make a beeline straight for her
without calling the others first.
    "The one you seek
has arrived," Barak said, leaning in to whisper the words. His breath
danced against her neck. He had been determined not to leave her side, still
insistent she was his Zi mate. She was not so certain about this Zi thing, but
he definitely had an effect on her libido. Just the touch of his breath had her
panties wet. Damn, he made her want to straddle him right there and ride his
cock until they both had their fill, which meant Drake's arrival saved her from
drawing more attention than a streaker at Sunday service.
    "Wait until I draw
him out back before you and your friends move in," Kat told him. She stood, intent on putting her plan into action. She could not
help but smile when Barak brought her hand to his lips and brushed a gentle
kiss across her knuckles before she walked away. She was in way over her head,
she knew that, and not just with those turncoats she'd been teamed with. No,
Barak had her wrapped so tight, Kat was certain she was heading for a cataclysmic
fall. She just hoped he was planning to be there to catch her.
    Making sure to keep her
back toward Drake, Kat moved unhurriedly toward the tavern's rear door. If she
played it right, he would not know she was aware of his presence until it was
too late. Stepping out into the small, empty courtyard, she began walking as
though she had some particular destination in mind, though in reality she was
just making certain there was enough space between him and any escape before
they sprang the trap.
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