Page 27 of The Satyr's Guilt
Chapter Seven
Sabine crouched behind Nicoin the woods beyond the warehouses. The facility was a few oldbrick buildings surrounded by high barb-wired fencing. The onlyaccess was one gate.
While he used the binoculars to glue hissight on the entrance, she stared at his beefy biceps and broadback where firm muscles stretched a black T-shirt. A male like himshould be forced to cover up with a jacket. The thick thighs andtight ass shown off in his cargos weren’t bad scenery either.
What’s wrong with me?
Delicious rock-solid males strutted nude infront of her all the time. After all, the Firebrands shared alocker room. No one, including herself, was shy about baring theirprivate bits. Yet she never drooled over herfrerons. Whywas this asshole different?
Sabine sighed.
Nico snapped narrowed eyes in her direction.“Bored?”
No. I like ogling your hard, drool-worthybody, imagining it on top of me.
“Yes.”
He returned his glasses to their position,twisting his attention back to the warehouse. “Here comes action.Looks like an M-35 cargo truck.”
A grey vehicle pulled up to the gate. Itstopped. An electronic device must have opened the gate, lettingthe truck roll through.
She and Nico observed a flurry of activity.Three males exited the main building to greet the newcomers whostepped out of the truck. All of them unloaded crates of stuff.
“Food,” said Nico, still holding onto thebinoculars.
“Yeah. Canned goods and other supplies fromAerilon. I recognize the markings.”
Sabine didn’t need field glasses to read theprint on the boxes. Her nymph eyesight, stronger once she joinedthe Scion Firebrands, was more than enough.
Once the vehicle was empty, the driver andpassenger slid back into their seats and pulled out, returning bythe same road they had driven in on.
Nico and Sabine continued to observe forsome time. The three males returned to their building. No activity.All was quiet again.
“Raise your hand if you want to get up closeand personal.” Nico held his arm high, like a schoolboy.
“Hell no,” Sabine hissed, grabbing for hisshoulder. She missed.
The idiot human broke free, racing from treeto tree until he neared the open field. He glanced around, droppingto his belly. To get to the chain-link fence surrounding thewarehouses, he crawled. Elbow. Elbow. Pull. Repeat.
Sabine muttered curses but followed thelunatic. She was going to strangle him when they got out ofhere.
Stick a knife in his belly. A big knife.Watch the life ooze out of his eyes. Send him to the Evermore withone deep slice. Let whoever runs things there deal with him.Yeah. Good luck with that.
Nico dragged himself along the fence lineuntil he reached the spot with fewest windows facing his location.He stood, toed into and climbed the chain links until he reachedthe barbed wire strung across the top.
He sprang over the top and landed softly onthe other side, running for the protection of the building andkeeping his back against the wall, sidling along it.
Sabine had no choice but to climb the fenceto join him, imitating his moves.
A deep wound would lay him out, causing themost pain.
He flipped his gaze to her, raising hisbrows and nodding forward. She shook her head so hard her brainsrattled, wisps of blonde hair falling loose from her braids. A lotof good that did. He flattened out and slid around the corner, backagainst the bricks, heading for the door. Once there, he opened it,fell into a fighting crouch, and crept in when no one was in sight.She was right behind him, frowning all the way while thinking ofnew ways to maim him when they got out of this.
The main building was huge and sectioned offinside. Hundreds of empty cots stretched out in one area. Diningtables, a refrigerator, stove, and all the makings of a kitchenkitted out another open space.
Stacked crates of food and other supplieswere piled high in another section. Arisen Dawn was wellstocked.
Ahead were stairs leading to a balcony and adoor. A light shone out of an office through a large window. Nicosignaled he was moving closer.
