Whiteout (Aurora Sky Read Online Free Page B

jeans and a T -shirt. Guess I was the only one who’d gotten comfortable. Well, I could shoot a renegade vamp in my underwear as easily as jeans.
    Tommy’s nails clicked over the floorboards.
    Everyone was on their feet but me. Giselle strode out of the room. As Dante rummaged around inside his pack, I swung my leg over the bunk’s frame and descended, skipping the last two steps to jump down.
    When I turned, Dante was in front of me. A hint of a smile played at the corners of his lips as he looked me over. He had better not laugh at my Sasquatch legs. I hadn’t had a shower in five days, let alone a shave.
    Hopefully he couldn’t see the hair in the dark.  
    By the time his eyes traveled up to my face, his jaw tightened.
    â€œStay here and shoot anything that tries to get inside.”
    I acknowledged this with a quick nod before turning around and bending over to retrieve my jeans from inside my pack.
    I could sense Dante hovering behind me until, abruptly, he walked out of the room. There was some shuffling around by the front door as Dante and Giselle put on their boots.
    â€œTommy, come,” Dante said before the door opened and closed.
    By this time I’d pulled on my jeans and socks. Gun in hand, I stalked out of the bunkroom and took my position ne ar the front door.
    My chest rose and fell steadily with each inhale and exhale as though in meditation. Zen and the art of killing.
    The pistol dangled from my right hand, on standby against my thigh. Unless I heard movement outside the door, I wasn’t going to tire my arm aiming it. I backed up to the wall across from the door.
    The minutes stretched on. The furniture and blunt objects along the shelves appeared sinister in the shadows. Staying inside didn’t make me feel any safer. If anything, I was caged i n. My ears wandered as much as my eyes. I listened for gunfire, voices, footsteps, anything.
    Suddenly, the door inched open, stopped, and moved another inch, followed by another. Dante would never creep back in like that.
    My body stiffened as I lifted the pistol and took aim. Whoever was on the other side might as well open the door all the way , because there was no sneaking inside.
    Several painstaking inches later, a tall, dark figure filled the center of the doorframe.
    My heart fluttered with hope.
    Fane ! My mind screamed wishfully. He’d found me.
    The threat in front of me tramped down the sudden fantasy of a middle - of - the - night Fane reunion.
    Fane would never sneak in this way , and he’d never find me in these remote parts. I was on my own.
    I kept still as the figure paused at the threshold. I thought for sure he’d see me, but my body melded against the wall, as inanimate as the rustic furniture, suspended in place. Advantage : Aurora. The intruder had no movement to focus on. Whoever it was turned his back to close the door.
    Oh freaking joy. I was trapped inside with an intruder. Actually, he was the one trapped and unaware of a gun barrel following his shadow with the unyielding force of a magnet locked on its counterpart.
    The figure stopped and seemed almo st to sway in place. A click was followed by a circle of light on the floor.
    I pulled back the safety on my gun. The light bolted upward, into my face, blinding me. I shielded my eyes with my left hand.
    Shit!
    Advantage : intruder. I couldn’t see j ack squat beyond the explosion of light that zapped my pupils in its laser-like beam.
    Despite my current state of blindness, I fired into the light. The shot rang out like a mini cannon, the blast ricocheting inside my eardrums with brutal force.
    The beam of light free-fell toward the floor as a male voice hollered, “Son of a bitch!”
    The flashlight clunked against the hardwood and went out, plunging the cabin, and everything inside, into a pit of darkness. There was no more deciphering a figure from furniture. I cou ldn’t see a thing besides the bright white spots that