Page 32 of The Lost Soldier
“You’re going to do to me what you’re doing to that man upstairs?” She clenched her hands together in her lap. Nausea rose from the pit of her stomach to her brain.
Jung nodded, resting his hand and the knife in his lap, showing his partial erection.
Wonderful. A man who got off on hurting women.
Okay, asshole pretending to protect me. Did you hear that?
Nothing but silence.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw faint movement. But no one was there. Only dust dancing in the light.
Brett? Chad?
Someone was there, but she couldn’t see them. Or project to them.
Her hand burned as if someone poured scalding water over it. She clenched her hands tighter together, remember the sensation she’d felt when she’d touched a person in a view. Only she wasn’t viewing, and she didn’t think the person she’d cross with had any idea she’d been there.
When she looked down, she saw an extra finger gliding under her palm, leaving behind a small piece of paper.
“Again, I don’t think torture is working with him,” she said.
“He won’t be able to keep his psychic abilities locked up much longer. My men tell me every once in a while, they can see his aura punch through. It’s only a matter of time.”
Fluid movement breezed by her in a flash of heat. A faint image of a man—of Brett—came into view as he passed into the foyer. He turned, his image a little sharper, and slammed the door shut.
“What the hell?” Jung bolted from his chair, turning his back.
One of his guards stepped into the room. “It just shut.”
“No door shuts by itself. Someone is here.” Jung stomped across the room, yanking her up by the hair. “Who is here?”
She continued to clench the paper in her hand. “I don’t know. I can’t tell or see anything without use of my talents.”
He released her hair, shoving her down to the sofa. “Don’t you dare move. I’ve got guards by the window and at the door. They might not kill you, but they will certainly maim you.”
Holding her breath, she waited until he stepped from the room before looking at the piece of paper.
We are taking out the guards one at a time. Stay put until we come and get you.
Really? That’s all they wrote? That was the stupid fucking plan. She stuffed the note in her back pocket, shaking out her hands as she moved toward the window. One guard stood tall at the window, while two others flanked out across the yard. How the hell were they going to take them out one at a time in broad daylight?
And they really expected her to sit and just wait?
She moved to the other side of the room, peeking into the hallway. Two guards, one at the family room door and one at the bottom of the stairs.
The one at the bottom of the stairs jerked.
A coin rolled across the floor.
The guard by the family room said something in Korean as he bent down to pick up the coin.
Another guard rounded the corner and slammed the butt of his gun down on the backside of the guard by the stairs.
She took a few steps as the new guard lunged forward, rendering the guard by the door unconscious. The man then raised his finger to his lips before he continued on his mission.
Her heart hammered against her ribcage, and her body froze in place like a statue, only her eyes blinked wildly. A couple other men, all dressed like Korean guards, entered the space, and raced up the stairs.
More thuds. Then a couple of gunshots.
