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I shouldn t cry until we re out of this mess.
Messes are made for crying in.
That s crap.
Maybe, but did it make you feel better?
You re such an ass, Jonathon. But she smiled.
Yeah, but you love me anyway.
Says who?
You. Right before you took me through the fires.
That was stress talking.
You can t take it back, Lucia. It s too late.
Carefully, she moved her hand and linked their fingers together. I do love you,
Jonathon. It shocks the shit out of me, but there you have it.
You re so romantic. He grinned, felt a split on his lip open up from the movement,
and a trickle of blood started to dribble down his chin.
Shouldn t you be shedding tears of happiness instead of blood?
You d think so, but you bring out the strangest reactions in me.
I d kiss you, Thrower, but I don t like the taste of blood.
You wouldn t make a good vampire then, would you?
She smiled. I like my meat well done. Remember that for our dinner.
This dinner is becoming complicated. I say we skip the main meal and go straight for
dessert.
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What s for dessert?
You. I m going to lick you all over.
Kinky. But I want my meat first.
He attempted a leer. You ll get my meat all right.
Now that s downright nasty. But we re not going to make dinner if we don t get a
move on. Her face grew serious. We need to get to that mercenary ship before it leaves.
She was right. Grabbing the rail, he drew himself painfully, almost agonizingly, to his
feet. Sweat broke out on his brow as pain flared hotly through his leg, reaching from his ankle
to his thigh.
Reaching down with his good hand, he grabbed hold of Isles s good elbow and gave
her leverage as she pushed to her feet. Sweat streaked her face, and her lips were white in the
corners. Her face had a pinched look.
Cradling her broken arm close to her, she looked at the stairs before them, and then
nodded decisively. Let s go.
When she made to tuck her good shoulder into his armpit, he shook his head. No
way.
Thrower
Your injured badly, I m injured badly. We ll take it slowly and get down together.
There s no way I m leaning on you.
Thrower
No. And that s an order, Ma am.
She glared at him then sighed and nodded, taking him by surprise.
He didn t realize until too late what she planned when she moved in front of him and
several steps down before looking back up at him over her shoulder.
Isles, if I fall, I ll land on you. He frowned.
Correct. I ll break your fall.
Don t be silly. Get behind me and
Tossing her head, she swore in pain, and then started slowly making her way down the
stairs.
Thrower had no choice but to follow her.
Their decent down the stairs was clumsy and gradual, each taking care, trying not to jar
their injuries while at the same time keeping an eye on each other.
Level Three passed, then Level Four. Thrower s leg screamed now, and he had to bite
back the moans of pain. Several times they were forced to stop and rest as precious time
ticked by, but there was nothing they could do.
The spirit is willing, Isles remarked wearily.
But the flesh is weak, Thrower finished. Or in our case, battered black and blue.
Twisted and broken.
We have so much in common.
The perfect couple, she agreed.
They smiled slightly at each other.
They continued down, finally passing Level Five. Thrower felt like crying when they
finally stepped down onto Level Six. After sharing a long look, they turned and made their
way carefully down the remainder of the tunnel.
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A light came from the opening ahead, and they approached it. Isles peered through in
astonishment. This door is behind the cupboard where we keep the suits for the engine
room!
Secret tunnels, secret passages. Thrower clicked his tongue in disgust. I never want
to work in a place like this again.
You mean we need to find you a new career?
Oh yeah.
Isles stepped through the opening and he followed close behind her. Holding out her
good hand, she tried to help him from the cupboard. By the time he got out into the little
room, they d both done a lot of swearing and groaning, but giving up wasn t an option.
It seemed like weeks had passed since he d disobeyed her direct order and snuck back
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