Unremarkable (Anything But #2)(6)By: Lindy Zart
Honor spun around to face him. “Give me your gun.”
“What?” His eyes were incredulous, frustration tightening his features.
“Give it to me. Now.” She could see the indecision in his face. Honor leaned close to his ear, her eyes never leaving his. “You will die if you don’t give me your gun.”
With a curse word, he held it out.
She took it, smiling savagely, and grabbed his wrist with her other hand, propelling him forward. A bullet zinged past her ear and she ducked, really hoping he ducked too. His police officer training should keep him alive, as long as he wasn’t an unlucky kind of guy. Of course, looking at the situation they were in, that might be exactly what he was—unlucky.
Blood pumped through her veins, but she was cold, calm, her eyes taking in the scene in a detached way. Honor noted the three guys charging in front, the one toward the back, and the one creeping toward them from the left. She took aim from left to right, hitting and disarming every single one of them. Cries of pain broke out as they fell. She heard him curse again, in shock this time, and another smile formed to her lips.
Sprinting across the vast room that used to hold sermons and such, Honor shouted over her shoulder, “We don’t have time for meaningful conversations at the moment!”
“What are you?” he hollered back, face red as he pumped his arms and legs to keep up with her.
At the sliding door, Honor slapped her hand against the wall and it glided open with a swoosh. So close. They were so close to freedom. Freedom: the word sounded like a lie to her. Would she ever be free again? Had she ever really been? One more room to go through and they would be outside. Eyes scanning the white-walled room with the scuffed floor, Honor straightened from her ready pose, unease moving down her back. It was empty. It was almost too easy.
“Where is everyone?”
“Do you really want to find out?”
“No.” She swiped hair from her face. “Let’s go.”
“Can I have my gun back now?”
Honor reached out her hand, pausing. “How do I know I can trust you?”
“I just saved your butt—”
“No. I saved yours.”
“I would have been fine,” he grumbled.
“Is your masculinity chaffing a bit?” She offered the gun and he yanked it from her grip, scowling.
Out into the bright sun they went, Honor blinking as it hit her sensitive eyes. The lilac scent was overpowering, cloying. Tree limbs bent and twisted as a strong warm breeze swept by, sending her hair flying around her face in a black mask. She spit hair out of her mouth and followed her rescuer in the direction of a black Nissan.
“You know what I find funny?” she said to his broad back.
“How can you find anything about this funny?” he muttered as he jogged on the gravel surrounding the church turned UDK facility.
As he opened the back door, Honor said, “You were the one who put me in this place and you were the one to get me out.” She smirked. “Talley.”
“Get in,” was his brusque reply.
She started to when a deep voice, rough enough to cause goose bumps to break out on her flesh, snapped, “Are you done socializing? Because I’d like to get out of here before we’re all killed. For real, this time.” She froze stooped over, her stinging eyes on the floorboards of the car. Her breaths became ragged, painful.
“That means you, Rochester,” he added when she stayed immobile.
Head jerking upward, Honor tried to see his features, but her vision was too blurry. Talley pushed her none-too-gently into the back of the car, the momentum causing her to sprawl face-down on the backseat. She wasn’t even sitting upright before they were squealing out of the parking lot.
“I thought you were dead,” she said to the hands clasped tightly together in her lap.
“Yeah, well, I thought the same about you.”
She dragged her eyes from her lap and met tormented brown ones in the rearview mirror. The shared look was long—so lengthy Talley cleared his throat uncomfortably. Her gaze traveled down the short brown hair to the shell-shaped ear, and stopped on the square shoulder that was stiff, taut. Even with his face straight ahead, she know he was tight-lipped, his features blank. That was the way Nealon always was. Why would this day be any different? But the look she’d witnessed in his eyes—that was something new.