Page 96 of Into Darkness (Night Prowler 6)
She pressed the smile from her mouth, reached for his hand, and twisted her fingers through his. I always want to kiss you.
Magnus’s eyes heated, sparking a little burst of fireworks in her belly. His fingers curved tighter over hers. He thought a single word, but it was enough to ignite another round of fireworks.
Later.
She nodded, thrilled by his bare look of desire and the promise that had just been made. Their look held, deepened, the air between them crackled. Her heartbeat skittered and a flush crept across her cheeks.
Gregor MacGregor cleared his throat. Loudly. Lu and Magnus looked at him.
“If you’ll be pardonin’ me for interruptin’, lovebirds,” he drawled, “but we’re not out of the woods just yet.”
“What do you mean?” said Magnus, stiffening.
“I mean,” MacGregor answered, tilting his head to gaze out the window, and up, “that there’s more than three bears on the lookout for our Goldilocks in this city.”
Lu and Magnus followed his gaze. There in the distance atop St. Stephen’s Cathedral, slowly rotating in brilliant yellow neon that illuminated the soaring Romanesque towers and mosaic roof, was the megascreen. Lu’s picture was still plastered on it for all to see.
ABERRANT ALERT, it screamed. Wanted for murder. Armed and Extremely Dangerous.
“So keep frosty,” Lu sighed, watching herself turn.
“Exactly,” said MacGregor.
“Got it.” Lu chewed her lip a moment, debating. Then she asked, “Gregor . . . I want to show you something, to see if you recognize it. Something we’re looking for, that we need to find quickly. And you seem like a man who might know how to find . . . hidden things.”
MacGregor lifted one ginger brow. “That I am, that I am. You have a picture of this thing?”
“Um, yes. Sort of.”
His other brow climbed.
“Okay.” Lu sat forward on the seat. “Here’s the thing: The picture is in my head. I can send it to you, but I just want to make sure you’re ready. You know,” she glanced at Magnus, “since we’ve agreed on no more surprises.”
MacGregor made a sound of interest. On his lap, Lourdes had begun to writhe in terror in response to Lu’s movement. She scowled at the dog, and its beady black eyes went wide.
“All right. Here goes.”
She reached out with her mind, feeling carefully, trying not to do anything too abrupt. She came up against a solid resistance, but pushed past it easily, like a knife cutting through butter.
MacGregor gasped, rearing back. “Holy mother of God,” he breathed, his eyes as wide as the dog’s.
Lu cringed. “Sorry. Is it too much?”
“No, lass, just let me,” he cleared his throat. “Just give me a moment. It’s . . . a little . . .”
“Intimate,” said Magnus aridly, shooting her a disgruntled look.
“I’m not looking around or anything,” she assured Gregor softly, holding his apprehensive gaze, “I’m just there. Okay?”
After a moment, he nodded, adjusting to the sensation of having his mind invaded. “Bugger me, that’s strange,” he muttered.
Into his mind she said, All right, so, here it is. Let me know if you recognize it.
Lu formed a mental picture of the bunker, in as much detail as she could remember from the helicopter pilot’s purloined memories, focusing on the shape and size, turning it so he could see it from all sides.
“Holding cells,” he said aloud. He was silent a moment, then, “Administration in the bigger areas on the top three floors, security, command center, computers. Smaller blocks from level four down are the assets. The base floor is open . . . no compartments . . . might be storage.” He frowned. “It’s highly secured, though. Those look like airlocks at one side. Triples.” He closed his eyes, continuing on, his frown deepening as he concentrated. “And why would there be so many cameras?”
“Cameras?” said Lu, tensing.
