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they were a hundred percent in the clear."Though I'm not entirely certain, myself." She sniffled. Damn it, he'd made her cry. "Don't do that. I'm sorry." When she didn't let up, he said, as brightly as he could manage, "Hey, they showed me an ultrasound of it." "It survived?" The hope in her voice was tremulous. She was holding back, in Page 142 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html case he answered in the, negative. He kept his voice intentionally light. "Oh, yeah, everything is fine. Looks like a shrimp, but seems fine." She laughed tearfully. "Thank you, Max." "I'm the last person you need to be thanking." He closed his eyes, resisting the urge to bang his head against the bed rails. It was his fault they were here. If he'd just calmed down, slowed down& They'd probably have been captured by the Oracle.Brilliant. "How did they find us?" Bella had dredged up her business voice. "No one knew we were there." "I don't know. I suppose they'll tell us, once they figure out we're not working for the Oracle." He thought about pressing the button to call someone in so he could demand some answers. As if reading his mind, Bella protested. "No. Let them come to us in their own time. I want to be with you right now.Even if we cannot see each other." A reluctant smile tugged at his lips. "You know, I've always wanted to try bondage. I guess it works better when one person is untied." "I would prefer that person to be me." She laughed, and when it died away, turned serious again. "Do you think they will harm the baby?" "I think if they try, I'll be busting some heads." He said it extra loud, so if their captors were listening, they'd hear. Then, more quietly, only for Bella's cars, he added, "You know I won't let that happen." "Thank you." she replied. "Max?" "Yeah?"God, he wanted to have her right there next to him. Seeing the ultrasound had made the idea of the baby oddly real. He wanted to put his arms around her, to lay his hands protectively over her stomach. Did a baby move when it was just a tadpole-looking thing? Would he be able to feel it? Bella's voice trembled when she spoke. "I love you. You are the only one I love." Or have loved, was the unspoken part of her statement, Max knew. She was still worried he thought he wasn't the father. Well, was he? It seemed impossible, but there it had been, photographic proof. And Bella had said before that wolves were different when it came to sex. Even the most sexually active werewolf wouldn't have more than one partner in an entire lifetime. It probably wasn't as if she'd been banging some human guy in the busy month they'd been separated. She'd told Max as much, and as unbelievable as the whole situation seemed, he believed it. "Yeah, I know. Don't you worry aboutthat. " He hoped that was enough. "And I love you." After along silence, he realized she was sleeping again. "Max, wake up!" Page 143 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html The room was pitch-dark. Someone had come in day or night?he'd lost all sense of time and turned off the overhead fluorescents. "Max! Did they drug you or something?" "Probably," he rasped. That voice was so familiar. "Open your eyes, you dork." He did. Anne, the eternally teenaged receptionist from Movement headquarters, stood over him, her porcelain-doll face etched with worry. Max sighed in relief."Oh, good.Can you go tell them I'm Movement so they'll let me up? Or feed me?" Then he blinked, crucial details rising to the surface of hisgroggy mind. "Wait, you're dead." "Um, obviously I'm not, 'cause I'm standing right here." She leaned over him, squinting in annoyance at his restraints. "We've got to get you out of here." "What?" He raised his head as far as he could from the pillow. "They're Movement." "They're not Movement." She slipped a bobby pin from her hair, which she'd pulled back in a tight configuration of dark coils. A thin black feather floated down from the marabou trim of her leather coat to tickle his nose as she leaned close. "Hold still." Max watched with grim amusement as she slipped the pin into the small brass padlock that secured the restraints around his left arm. Within seconds, his hand was free and she'd set to work on the other one. "Okay, Velma, if they're not Movement, who are they?" When his right arm came free, he rubbed his wrists with a grimace. Leather would never sound sexy again. "They're the Soul Eater's people." She grinned in triumph as she freed his right leg. "You have no idea what I've had to do to get in here." "How did they know where we were?" He sat up, finding it hard to be still while she worked to unlock his left leg. She shrugged. "They knew you were at the cabin in the woods. They've been watching that place like crazy. So were [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |