Abigail Roux The Archer (pdf)(1)

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. Lo siento. Thi, Gray sighed as he reached out again and tugged at Thiago s hand. What were you two discussing in Sydney? Thiago asked hoarsely as heallowed himself to be carefully hugged. How did you know about that? Nikolaus asked, so shocked by the fact thathe didn t even register the sudden change of subject. Did Remy tell you? hedemanded as he sat forward. No, Niko, I actually do this sort of thing for a living, Thiago mumbled asGray backed away from him.Thiago looked at Gray and narrowed his eyes. Youdidn t have your stories straight.Niko said he checked on Remy, but you told me noone had been there. Yeah, Gray said somberly. Faust came in to check on Remy, and I toldhim I knew what he was doing.I didn t, he said quickly before Thiago could yellagain. I wanted to see if I could smoke him out before I was executed, give myself abargaining chip, he explained wryly.Nikolaus shrugged. I thought I was on the right side, he said defensively. You got good men killed because you were na�ve, Gray growled as hestepped away from Thiago and toward Nikolaus.Nikolaus paled and lowered his eyes. I know, he said in a small voice.504 The ArcherAbigail RouxLIV. SO&.Brandt shifted in his corner of the little booth in the dining car of the trainand looked at Remy curiously. So? he repeated questioningly. So what do we do now? Remy asked in a soft voice.He sat beside Brandt,his hands twisting the paper napkin from around his silverware and his eyes dartingback and forth between Shawn, Carl, and the server.Every now and then, he wouldglance at the door to the dining car as if he expected a dozen ninjas to jump through itat any second.Brandt wouldn t have been surprised to see ninjas at this point, completewith black pajamas and plastic nunchucks. Well, which catastrophe, monstrous lie, or betrayal do you want to addressfirst? Brandt asked wryly when he saw that neither of the other two was going toanswer. I don t think we should address any of it, Remy snapped. I don t give afuck what happened before or who was Remy abruptly cut off his words when theserver walked by and gave him an appraising look.He smiled gamely at her andwatched her swaying hips from over his shoulder as she strode away.He then turnedback around, leaning in closer and whispering harshly, I don t care who was intowhat, or who was fucking who before this whole fiasco started.I don t care that Carlwas sticking it to St.John every chance he got, or that Niko was the one almost got uskilled, or that Shawn has been lying to me at every turn from day fucking one.I justcare about getting the fuck out of this shit and living through it. What? Shawn hissed as he leaned forward and cocked his head a little tothe side.Remy glared at him briefly, but then his face softened and he sighed. Stillcan t hear anything, can you? he asked regretfully. I can hear until you start whispering, Shawn said defensively. Then youjust hiss like a snake and it all blends into one long Remybabble.Carl reached over and patted Shawn s hand sympathetically and Shawnswatted him away with a growl.Carl snarled at the man and threw his napkin at him.Brandt watched the interaction sadly.The group was falling apart.They d never beenextremely cohesive for any long period of time, now that Brandt thought back on it,but now they were really fucked. Remybabble? Remy repeated questioningly. What? Shawn asked as he leaned forward further.The server came back carrying their food, and Remy and Shawn both leanedThe Archer 505Abigail Rouxback to allow her to place it on the table between them.Her gaze lingered on Remyand she gave him a shy smile.He returned it half-heartedly and nodded. Thank you, he said softly.They watched the woman walk slowly away, then leaned in once more tocontinue their whispered conversation. I just want to know what we plan to do now,Remy hissed. Do we turn around and try to fight, or do we keep running, foreverlooking over our shoulders? he asked bitterly. What? Shawn demanded in frustration. Va-t'� la merde, Shawn, I taught you how to read lips.Were you not payingattention? Remy asked with a flop of his hands onto the table that sent his fork flyingthrough the air and onto the floor beside them. Merde. No, I wasn t paying attention, Shawn growled as he watched Remy leanout to retrieve the utensil. I never pay attention to you, because you babble andramble and throw shit, and you give me a fucking headache! he whispered heatedlyas the server hurried over to help Remy with his fork. Thank you, mon cher, Remy said in his soft, sexy Cajun accent, and shesmiled winningly at him and murmured something Brandt couldn t hear.Remy shookhis head in response and she smiled and walked away once more, even slower thistime.Remy winced as he sat back up. Good then, bastard! he spat at Shawn angrily,his accent deepening further as his emotions took hold. So stop saying what andjust sit there and not listen to me like you always do.Fucking& fuck!Brandt looked at Carl, and they raised their eyebrows in alarm [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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