Page 111 of You Only Love Twice
"Correct."
Byrnes's eyes narrowed, but he slowly put up his weapon. "Do you know where she is?"
"Factory to your right. We were using it last year to smuggle weapons into London, but dock authority was becoming a nuisance, so Ghost shifted to another location. It hasn't been used of late."
"What are we facing?"
"No idea."We?He still wasn't certain how he felt about this entire situation. "I haven't checked in since I captured Gemma."
"Smells like a trap," Ingrid said.
"I agree."
"Then perhaps we can form some sort of alliance?"
A sudden rumble shook the docks.
Obsidian looked down at his feet, then up.
An enormous ball of fire suddenly swept into the sky, the warehouse simply exploding. All three of them dove for cover.
"I think we found her," Byrnes said, ducking behind a crate as debris rained down upon them.
Ingrid coughed. "Gemma? Oh, my God, is she still alive?"
Obsidian's head snapped up, his pupils aching as they dilated in the intense glare from the fire.
Gemma.
And what the hell?
That factory should have been empty.
* * *
Gemma sprinted along the street,the wall of flames behind her crackling with heat. A piece of burning debris shot past her, sparks and ash tumbling from the sky like a hail of flaming rain.
"Gemma?"
She skidded to a halt as Obsidian appeared out of nowhere, covered head-to-toe in an enormous cloak.
"Dmitri?" Then she was in his arms, and he dragged her tight against his chest, spinning her around. Gemma wheezed as his embrace began to crush her a little. "Dmitri."
"Hell." He let her go enough to catch her breath. "I thought you were dead."
"There seems to be a lot of that going around."
Capturing her face in both hands, he kissed her hard and fast. Gemma's fingers twined in the back of his hair, exhilaration burning through her and igniting the sudden need to get her hands on his skin.
"Ahem." A cough behind them.
Gemma broke the kiss with a gasp.
"Jesus, Gemma." A familiar voice drew her attention. "You know Malloryn disapproves of us drawing attention to our work. You could have chosen a smaller target to ignite."
Byrnes.
And Ingrid.
