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.Jamesly drew a second dagger from beneath his coat.He ignored the blade in his shoulder, though his right arm hung limp.“Let her go!”“Go piss up a rope, Jamesly.” Sereth’s grip and stance remained firm.“One step and I cut her throat, then I draw this pig sticker at my hip and put it in your eye.”“Jamesly, don’t!” Kiesha swallowed her fear.She had never thought that Sereth would go this far to get Jinny back.Even though he hadn’t slit Jamesly’s throat when he easily could have, he’d already crossed the line.He was desperate enough to risk his life, and probably wouldn’t balk at taking hers.But she wasn’t about to give up yet.“Just pull the bell rope for Hensen, and—”“I give the orders here, Kiesha, not you.” Sereth’s grip on her wrist tightened even more, pain lancing up her arm as the bones ground together.“Touch a rope, Jamesly, and it’ll be the last thing you ever touch.Drop the blade and get face down on the floor.Now!”“Do it!” Kiesha ordered.She didn’t want Jamesly to die on her behalf.“I can’t lay flat with your knife in my shoulder,” Jamesly complained.“Pull it out then, but drop the other first.”Steel thumped to the carpet.Jamesly hissed in pain as he pulled the knife from his shoulder and dropped the blade.A dark red stain began to soak through his immaculate white jacket.Ripping a pocket off his shirt, he pressed it into the wound to staunch the bleeding.“On the floor!”Jamesly knelt, then lay flat.“Good.Now, hands behind your back.”Sereth snaked a leg around Kiesha’s and flipped her down onto the floor next to the hapless butler, twisting her arm and pinning her wrist between her shoulder blades with his knee.She could barely breathe, and thought her shoulder might pop out of the socket.A bloody dagger lay only inches from her face, but she knew she’d die if she tried to reach it.Jamesly grunted, and she heard cloth ripping, but couldn’t turn her head to see.Finally, the pressure on her back eased, and Sereth jerked her to her feet, his knife back at her throat.Jamesly lay with his forearms tied together behind his back, a jacket sleeve serving as a gag.“Sereth, please.” Kiesha gasped in pain as he pulled her arm back behind her, locked in his iron grip.She grasped his other wrist with her free hand, trying to keep the knife from her neck, but she couldn’t budge him.Gods, he’s strong! “This isn’t the way!”“What is the way, then, Kiesha? I’ve tried talking.I’ve tried begging!” He frogmarched her to the stairs.“Now I’m going to try a simple trade: you for my wife.Either I get Jinny tonight, or you die, and I see how many pieces of your boss I have to cut off before he sees things my way.Now, where is he?”“He’s in bed.” Alone, I hope.The hostess from The Overlook had attended a small dinner party that evening.Kiesha didn’t know if she had stayed.“Third floor, to the left.”“Let’s go wake him.” He pushed her up the stairs without releasing his hold.She had to climb or fall, so she climbed.“Feel free to scream…once.”“I won’t scream, Sereth, but I tell you, this won’t work! Hensen won’t trade your wife for me.”“Then your future’s not looking very bright, is it? Move!”They reached the third floor without incident or any more conversation.Kiesha, however, was anything but idle in thought.Sereth was a professional killer, with the strength and skill of a lifetime of training.If she provoked him, he’d slash her throat without a second thought.To survive this, she had to distract him and break free, divest him of the knife, or incapacitate him…before he could cut her throat.None of those seemed likely to succeed.At the third floor, Sereth pushed her toward the double doors at the end of the hall.Twisting Kiesha to one side, he smashed the latch with his boot heel.As splinters flew from the dead bolt, he thrust her to the fore and strode into Hensen’s bedroom.The woman’s scream was truly spectacular [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.Jamesly drew a second dagger from beneath his coat.He ignored the blade in his shoulder, though his right arm hung limp.“Let her go!”“Go piss up a rope, Jamesly.” Sereth’s grip and stance remained firm.“One step and I cut her throat, then I draw this pig sticker at my hip and put it in your eye.”“Jamesly, don’t!” Kiesha swallowed her fear.She had never thought that Sereth would go this far to get Jinny back.Even though he hadn’t slit Jamesly’s throat when he easily could have, he’d already crossed the line.He was desperate enough to risk his life, and probably wouldn’t balk at taking hers.But she wasn’t about to give up yet.“Just pull the bell rope for Hensen, and—”“I give the orders here, Kiesha, not you.” Sereth’s grip on her wrist tightened even more, pain lancing up her arm as the bones ground together.“Touch a rope, Jamesly, and it’ll be the last thing you ever touch.Drop the blade and get face down on the floor.Now!”“Do it!” Kiesha ordered.She didn’t want Jamesly to die on her behalf.“I can’t lay flat with your knife in my shoulder,” Jamesly complained.“Pull it out then, but drop the other first.”Steel thumped to the carpet.Jamesly hissed in pain as he pulled the knife from his shoulder and dropped the blade.A dark red stain began to soak through his immaculate white jacket.Ripping a pocket off his shirt, he pressed it into the wound to staunch the bleeding.“On the floor!”Jamesly knelt, then lay flat.“Good.Now, hands behind your back.”Sereth snaked a leg around Kiesha’s and flipped her down onto the floor next to the hapless butler, twisting her arm and pinning her wrist between her shoulder blades with his knee.She could barely breathe, and thought her shoulder might pop out of the socket.A bloody dagger lay only inches from her face, but she knew she’d die if she tried to reach it.Jamesly grunted, and she heard cloth ripping, but couldn’t turn her head to see.Finally, the pressure on her back eased, and Sereth jerked her to her feet, his knife back at her throat.Jamesly lay with his forearms tied together behind his back, a jacket sleeve serving as a gag.“Sereth, please.” Kiesha gasped in pain as he pulled her arm back behind her, locked in his iron grip.She grasped his other wrist with her free hand, trying to keep the knife from her neck, but she couldn’t budge him.Gods, he’s strong! “This isn’t the way!”“What is the way, then, Kiesha? I’ve tried talking.I’ve tried begging!” He frogmarched her to the stairs.“Now I’m going to try a simple trade: you for my wife.Either I get Jinny tonight, or you die, and I see how many pieces of your boss I have to cut off before he sees things my way.Now, where is he?”“He’s in bed.” Alone, I hope.The hostess from The Overlook had attended a small dinner party that evening.Kiesha didn’t know if she had stayed.“Third floor, to the left.”“Let’s go wake him.” He pushed her up the stairs without releasing his hold.She had to climb or fall, so she climbed.“Feel free to scream…once.”“I won’t scream, Sereth, but I tell you, this won’t work! Hensen won’t trade your wife for me.”“Then your future’s not looking very bright, is it? Move!”They reached the third floor without incident or any more conversation.Kiesha, however, was anything but idle in thought.Sereth was a professional killer, with the strength and skill of a lifetime of training.If she provoked him, he’d slash her throat without a second thought.To survive this, she had to distract him and break free, divest him of the knife, or incapacitate him…before he could cut her throat.None of those seemed likely to succeed.At the third floor, Sereth pushed her toward the double doors at the end of the hall.Twisting Kiesha to one side, he smashed the latch with his boot heel.As splinters flew from the dead bolt, he thrust her to the fore and strode into Hensen’s bedroom.The woman’s scream was truly spectacular [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]