The Assassin's Salvation (Mandrake Company) by Ruby Lionsdrake

Author:Ruby Lionsdrake [Lionsdrake, Ruby]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: General Fiction
Published: 2014-11-12T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

Sweat ran down Sergei’s face, dripped off, and disappeared into the spongy black flooring. He idly wondered how hygienic that was as he flexed his stomach for another curl-up. His knees were hooked over a bar that hung from the ceiling, opposite from the door in the tiny guest cabin. A timer hovered in the air over the small desk. Only Viktor Mandrake would have included bars and rings on the ceilings of people’s quarters, so his men could exercise in the convenience of their cabins if they didn’t want to visit the ship’s gym. At the moment, the equipment was serving Sergei well, because he had grown bored of lying on his bunk and waiting for something to happen. And his “interview” with Lieutenant Thomlin had left him agitated.

The timer buzzed, but he kept going, curling up to his knees and thumping the ceiling with his hand on every iteration. He doubted that added anything, but hitting things felt good at the moment. A day had passed since the shooting, and he was being kept in limbo—as well as in his cabin. He had no idea how Mandrake was doing. He had found his cabin door locked when he had tried to leave the evening before. When he had called the bridge and asked about going to the mess hall, a beleaguered private had passed through, depositing a stack of meatloaf and ham logs before running off. Tension permeated the ship, and Sergei itched to go on the hunt. If only someone would let him.

The door chimed.

“Come in,” he growled, not bothering to stop his exercise.

It was probably Thomlin again, back with some drug to assist with the next round of questions. He would much rather see Jamie, but she would be unwise to visit, if she was even being allowed out of her room. Still, he would have loved to have her walk in on him then, giving him a chance to show off his bare chest again. She probably didn’t even remember the last time she had seen it—though she had remembered the thugly masseur’s name, a fact that had irked him. His own memory of those events was a lot sharper than he had let on, and he had relived that delicious moment when she had slid her hand up his waist and run her tongue along his stomach more times than he could count, not to mention the feel of her nearly naked body in his arms as he had carried her out, his overwhelming desire to take her to some private room instead of to the changing rooms, to let his hands and his lips roam…

The door opened, and Ankari walked into the cabin.

She was one of the last people Sergei would have expected to visit. He loosened his legs from the bar, flipped down to land on his feet, and grabbed a towel and his shirt. Odds of her licking his belly were slim, and Mandrake would doubtlessly pummel him if he thought of it.

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