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And that shadoas growing closer

Blake's finger tightened on the trigger

A hand appeared from around the corner

Blake pounced

Chapter 11

pleth-o-ra (noun) Over-fullness in any respect, superabundance

Blake insists that there is a veritable plethora of reasons not to put anything i in

--From the personal dictionary of Caroline Trent

Oneon all fours, and the next she was as flat as a crepe, with a large, heavy, and oddly eight on her back That, however, wasn't nearly so disconcerting as the cold gun pressed up against her ribs

"Don't rowled in her ear A familiar voice

"Blake?" she croaked

"Caroline?" Then he uttered a word so foul she'd never heard of it before, and she thought she had heard theuardians

"The very one," she replied with a gulp, "and I really couldn't move, anyway You're rather heavy"

He rolled off her and pierced her with a stare that was one part disbelief and thirty-one parts unadulterated fury Caroline found herself wishing it were the other way around Blake Ravenscroft was definitely not a ulped "Don't you want to lecture me first?"

He stared at her with a heavy dose of stupefaction "I take that back," he said with precisely clipped words "First I a to kill you"

"Here?" she asked doubtfully, looking around "Won't ?"

"What the hell are you doing here? You had explicit instructions to stay--"

"I know," she whispered urgently, pressing her finger to her lips, "but I re, and--"

"I don't care if you remembered the entire second book of the Bible You were told--"

James put a hand on Blake's shoulder and said, "Hear her out, Ravenscroft"