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y. The cabin reeked of turpentine and scorched fabric, a chemical cocktai

e small, rough-hewn room that had been my sanctuar

the doorknob

gine, growing steadily

flattened myself against the wall, peerin

he wet earth. They parked in a semi-circle, boxing in the cabin. Men fro

m was a man who

s economical. He moved with a quiet authority that made the brutes around him seem l

n a cage. I forced it to slow. I took a deep, deliberate breath. Running was suicide.

off any possibility of flight. Then he walked to the door alone, his footsteps sure and s

easily through the wood, but it held an undercur

weary annoyance. I swung the door open. "Are you people ever

single, comprehensive glance. A polite, meaningless smile touched his lips. "My boss wanted m

mand wrapped in civility. Denying

my posture rigi

aura of danger. Finn and Rocco, the two from last night, followed at his heels l

observed, his gaze drifting to the

ference. "Just getting rid of some tr

Finn and gave a slight, almost imp

erent. It wasn't the clumsy, bullying search o

d the floorboards, even opened my canvas bag, sifting through the few pathetic belongings I owned. I watched

his grey eyes fixed on my face. He wasn't looking for evidence in the room. He was looki

ith a cool defiance, my chin tilted u

strated scowl on his face. A tiny bit of the tension in my

one, walked toward the simple wooden

his eyes scanning the rumpled wool blanket. My breath caught in my throa

und the edge of the blanket. He lifted it