Whispering
in return, Charles replied “Can you tell me where we are going? Do you even know, or do your spirits guide
you?”.
She stared
at him in the gloomy moonlight coming through the trees. His eyes were acclimated nicely, and he could
see as well as feel the heat of her stare. “My father thinks you must
understand and believe. I do not. Your belief means nothing to me, only whether
you are a danger to us”.
Once again,
Marshall felt the chill of fear he’d never admit to anyone. In the daylight this girl was pretty and
competent, if a bit distant to him. On a
mission, she was nothing but frigidly efficient and emotionless. He had no
doubts she could leave his body buried in a shallow ditch without shedding a
tear.
Being honest
with himself, he was finding her both frightening and attractive, and that was
distracting him from his job. He smiled
a little, and when he saw her eyes widen when she noticed, he smiled even
more. If this went on, he’d be laughing
like an idiot, so he looked away and shut his mouth.
Without
another word, Eliza stepped away from the shelter and shadow of the trees and
moved back to the path. Setting off at a
quicker pace than before she was forcing him to match her or fall behind. She didn’t look back, but he was aware she
could hear his breathing which was soon ‘As loud as Mule’ again, and he
resented it. Petty Officers didn’t do a
lot of hiking around moonlit goat paths, and that was yet another thing that
rankled him. ‘Join the Navy and see the
world’ he thought. There was a
recruiter who certainly needed a dose of reality. He spent the next few minutes fantasizing
about having his recruiter alone in the rope locker for a discussion on Naval
lifestyles.
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