Authors: Bobbie Palmer
Emily woke up with someone wrapped around her.
She had no idea how she’d ended up in that position
or who it was she was wrapped around. Normally she
wouldn’t mind, but she was naked and that meant,
well, sex. She always snuck out of bed before
morning when she’d slept with someone.
Slowly, she turned around to see who it was.
She was almost afraid of who it could be. So much
had happened that well, she wasn’t sure of what she
was capable of. She looked up at the person’s face
and saw Paul. How the hell had she ended up in bed
with Paul? She didn’t even like him.
“Wake up,” she said to him and slapped him in
the shoulder. Paul sat up, hitting Emily in the
face with his elbow.
“I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” he asked, moving
her hands out of the way so he could look at her
“I’m fine,” she mumbled.
“Alright,” he said defensively.
Paul couldn’t figure out why Emily was so mad.
He thought last night had been pretty good. Based
on the sounds coming from her, she’d definitely
enjoyed it. Was she having morning regrets?
“I’m really sorry?” he tried again. She must
not have been able to take it because she stormed
out of his room… naked. She must have realized
because she immediately stormed back in, grabbed
her clothes, put on her shirt, and walked back out.
He really didn’t know what to think. He might
have to get Lucy’s help to understand. That
actually wouldn’t be a bad thing to do. He hadn’t
talked to her in a while. Paul picked up his phone
and dialed her number. He was surprised he could
still remember it.
“It’s Paul,” he said with a smile. He was
happy to hear her voice. He’d liked her from the
first moment he’d talked to her. He knew they’d
hit it off as friends.
“Thanks, I’m really excited. So you want
something? Just tell me,” she said. He could hear
the smile in her voice.
“Do you know Emily?” he asked her.
“Yeah. Not very well, but I’ve met her. Why?”
“She’s mad at me,” he said bluntly.
“Well, women are strange, and I have a feeling
Emily is in her own category of strange. I can
check with Mike,” she said, and before he could say
no, she was yelling for Mike.
“Tell him to leave her alone and she’ll
eventually either act like it never happened or
she’ll decide she wants more,” Mike said.
“I heard him,” Paul interrupted before she
could finish. He really didn’t want everyone to
know about his sex life, but now apparently they
did. Maybe they could put it on the five o’clock
news to make sure nobody missed out.
Lucy was happy to hear from Paul. She’d been
wondering what had happened to him, but she’d had
so much on her mind lately that the thought had
sometimes escaped her so she never asked.
Mike had told her Emily had had him locked up
after the call. The fact he’d sleep with the woman
who was holding him captive was even more of a
That was something she would never do. There
was a name for what Paul was feeling, but she
couldn’t remember what it was. It didn’t matter,
but the whole thing was crazy. If Mike had held
her against her will, she’d have been pissed and
there would have been a lot of hatred. Okay, when
he handcuffed her to the bed didn’t count. She
liked being tied up for extra-curricular
“Okay, you rest your feet. I know how they
look when you’ve been on them for too long,” he
said with a knowing look.
She nodded and sat down. He walked into the
other room and that was when she remembered what
she was after. Her computer. She pushed herself
up and over to her desk.
Waddling over, she grabbed it and went back to
her seat. “I wanted my computer,” she said, before
Mike could say a word when he walked back in.
“Paul gave me an idea and I wanted to get it down.”
“Thank you,” she said to him with a smile.
“So, Paul and Emily?” he asked.
“I don’t know. I think there’s more to Emily
than you think. She’s more than just a killer.
She has to be. It’s just a side no one has ever
“Because I can read people. She’s who I would
want as a character in one of my books. She’s
someone who grows as a person as the story unfolds.
Those are the best stories.”
Stacy was sitting on her cot and Zeke in his
chair. He’d been so kind to her. She still hadn’t
figured out why he wouldn’t just let her go. He
was in charge of the whole place, and she hadn’t
seen the other man in a while. So why couldn’t he
just let her go?
“No, she’s my sister. She’s a lot older than
me and didn’t have to do it, but she did. We’re
really close,” Stacy said sadly. They might not
always get along, but she missed her.
“Richard is stronger than I am physically. I
have more discipline than he does, but if it came
down to a fight, he’d win. I’m working to get rid
of him, but I have to go about it gently. I don’t
want him coming after you or your family. I want
you to be safe,” he answered.
She nodded her head and let her mind wander.
At least she knew he wanted to let her go, unless
it was just some ploy to get her to trust him. She
hoped he was being honest. It smelled like he was.
Emily didn’t know what had happened. She
didn’t know if she even liked Paul. Okay, so maybe
she did, but she didn’t want him to know that.
Ugh, she was so fucking confused. She didn’t
know what to do. Yeah she did. Maggie. Maggie
would tell her what to do. She pulled out her cell
and dialed home.
“How the hell did Bill know?”
“Mike told him,” Maggie said simply.
“How did Mike find out?” she asked.
Paul watched as Emily purposely stayed away
from him. She was sticking close to another woman
who was there. He could tell she was hating every
minute of it too.
When she wasn’t paying attention, he got close
enough to listen in on one of their conversations.
Something about a guy who was a potential mate for
the woman. Paul watched Emily’s face while she
listened. She was bored out of her mind.
He didn’t understand why she was keeping her
distance. They had sex, so what? Even on missions
she was keeping her distance, sending him with
Jason. He didn’t have anything against the guy.
He actually liked him, but he wanted to be close to
Emily. He wanted to fuck her all over again.
“Nothing much. Just waiting for the next
mission.” Maybe once they found Stacy, if Emily
was still giving him the cold shoulder, he’d just
leave. He didn’t want to be around her when she
was acting like some preteen.
“It’s obvious. She’s keeping her distance from
you and you’re staring longingly at her,” Jason
said with a smile.
“We used to be really close. One drunken night
we ended up sleeping together and this is how it’s
been ever since. All I’m saying is be prepared for
the cold shoulder,” he said, and slapped Paul on
his back before leaving.
Great, just what he wanted to hear: that he
might be stuck in Emily’s cell for the next fifty
Jason knew he probably shouldn’t have told Paul
that, but he felt bad for the guy. He knew Emily
didn’t like sharing her feelings or admitting them.
He just wanted to prepare the guy for the
heartbreak he knew was coming. He didn’t want to
see Paul pining for her when she would never
“Because I don’t want him hurt. I don’t want
him thinking he’s going to get any more out of it.
He’s supposed to be helping us. I don’t want to
see him lovesick over you for the entire mission.”
“And why don’t I know you anymore?” he asked
her. He’d never wanted a relationship with her.
He liked her, but as a friend, nothing more.
Jason liked the friendship they had. They were
more alike than anyone knew. They might have ended
up in different places because of what they had
been through, but they were the same in so many
ways. She understood him and that meant a lot.
Very few people did.
“Jason, how do you want to handle the next
raid?” Grant asked him. He sighed and went back
He always had work waiting for him. Sometimes
he really wished he didn’t. Sometimes he wished he
could let himself get lost in his own mind just for
a little while and enjoy the silence.
Emily had watched as Paul and Jason talked.
She knew what they were talking about even before
Jason had told her, and she didn’t like it. She
didn’t want Paul thinking she slept with every man
she could get naked. She’d been really close to
Jason before it had all happened, and they’d both
been lonely and drunk. Very drunk.
She regretted it because she knew it would ruin
their friendship, and it had. It was her fault she
had let it, but she just couldn’t be friends with
him after that. It was too awkward.
“Emily, what’s wrong?” the woman she had been
staying close to asked. She wouldn’t really call
her a friend, she was slightly annoying.
“He was such a gentleman. He opened doors,
pulled my chair out, held my hand, and walked me to
my room. Well, that was until I pulled him in and
had my wicked way with him,” she said with a wink.
“Okay, tell me what’s on your mind. I know
you’re not too much into the girl talk thing, but I
thought we were friends.”
“What? Are you afraid he’s going to get away?
I’ll help you with that. He’s evil,” Michelle
“Now he does?” Michelle asked disbelievingly.
“I thought that too, but I really don’t think
he will. He’s always smelled like the truth. And
after spending so much time with him, I really do
believe him,” she said.
“I’d still be careful around him. You never
know if he’ll change his mind. What he was taught
is still in him,” she said, then let out a squeal.
Emily looked over to see Kevin walking toward them.
“Tell me about your sister,” Zeke said to
Stacy. They were sitting in their usual spots and
Zeke had brought her some real food, pizza.
“She’s strong, a fighter. She doesn’t show
much emotion and she’s the most lethal killer I
She was really starting to like Zeke and she
liked talking to him, but she didn’t want to give
him any information he could use against them.
“I’m not going to be using any of the
information you give me. I just want to get to
know you better,” he said with a kind smile.
Stacy thought about it for a minute and figured
it wouldn’t really hurt to tell him a little about
her family. She wasn’t going to tell him anything
he could use against Emily. She wasn’t going to
put her sister in danger like that.
“I told you she raised me. She doesn’t want
anyone to know about her soft side, but it’s there.
She might not show emotion, but she feels it and
gets very confused when she feels too much. She’s
To her, everything is black and white, right
and wrong. I’m sure me being in here has driven
her crazy. She’s going to be the lethal killer she
is, but worse, this is personal to her.”
“I’m still kind of getting used to her being
around, even though I’ve lived with her for a few
years now. I’m a lot younger than she is, so I
didn’t really see her until Mom and Dad died. When
it happened, she didn’t really talk to me. We
didn’t know each other that well and we were both
grieving. Bill came over a lot and talked Emily
into training me to fight.
“Emily has a lot of enemies because of what she
does, and she’s really good. Her training me
brought us together. I wanted my sister and she
needed an outlet. We both got what we wanted.”
It sounded almost like he was interrogating
her, but after listening to him talk, she learned
he really didn’t have any communication skills. He
was trying to get to know her but didn’t know how.
“He’s a close friend of the family. He’s
always been the peacekeeper when Emily and I fight.
Even as I’ve gotten older it happens, but isn’t
that what sisters do?”
She felt bad. The man had been nice to her, so
maybe she could help him find a little happiness.
“Yes I do. I think you should start with mystery.
I hear they tend to grab the reader’s attention.”
He looked good like that, less cold. She
couldn’t help but give him a big smile in return.
He wasn’t as bad as she thought he was. He was
really growing on her.
“Fuck!” He was certain they were going to hit
the Wilmington one. It was close and they had hit
only smaller ones. Maybe they were working their
way up to the larger compounds? “Are there any
“Okay. Let’s think about where they might hit
next,” he said, and pulled out a map of their
“Sir, I wonder if they’re just randomly
attacking compounds. There doesn’t seem to be a
pattern,” Jay said nervously.
Richard thought it over. They were savage
animals; they couldn’t be that smart. They had to
have some type of pattern; he just needed to figure
it out. “No, I think they might go for the DC one
next,” he said.
There was no way the shifters were that smart.
They were animals. Their brains were the size of a
pea. He knew he just needed to figure it out.