Kill Or Be Killed

Chapter Thirty-Six

Scale Number: 1

"I want to hear you say it," Kalayavan told her for the millionth time, crossing his arms as he looked down at her with a serious look.

He wasn't even sure about this, but the crazed Relevent had insisted that he bring his woman along. When the option was between her coming and the teenager, his brave woman had been more than willing to accept the placement.

"I won't leave your side, and definitely won't leave your sight," lifting her hand, she started counting off his rules on her fingers. "I'm not to stand between you and Hunter, if I get caught there I'm supposed to move to your other side. If you tell me to run, then I don't look back. Don't let anything slip about what I know, even if he spills the beans. Which shouldn't be hard," dropping her arm before listing the last stipulation. "Since you don't want me talking to him more than necessary anyway."

He sighed, knowing he couldn't procrastinate anymore than he already was. Unable to figure out why her presence had been requested in the first place, he was sure to stay on alert more than he usually was. "I guess," uncrossing his arms, he reached down to adjust the base of her shirt, better concealing the firearm there. "Just remember, don't aim for center mass," he reminded her of the conversation they'd had ten minutes ago.

"I get it," she stiffened, "Like a zombie. With no head left, there's no threat." Her eyes glazed over slightly, looking lost, and he could easily guess what it was she was remembering.

Pulling her into his chest, he kissed the top of her head, "Cole had hell of a lot worse coming to him if I'd gotten to him first." Even though her life had been in danger, she wasn't the kind of person who would dirty their soul with killing. And now that she had, it would probably be a guilt she carried with her to the grave.

His stress filled pet nodded her head but said nothing about it, just shoving it down with all the other emotions she hadn't worked up to dealing with yet.

Grabbing each of her shoulders, he pulled her back enough to look down at her again. "Are you ready?" Nodding, she took a step back so he could turn and unlock the bedroom door. He led her downstairs through the foyer and out the front door, keeping her hand in his the entire time.

Around the side of the main building there were several large targets set up at different distant points, each marked with a number. In front of them, a table set up with a multitude of weapons where Hunter was finishing his elaborate set up.

He didn't lift his head when they approached, but Kal knew he was aware of them before he spoke. "I want you to hit the targets," his request was simple, and straight to the point.

But when Kal made a move to grab a knife, he was forced to jerk his hand back to keep a blade from being stuck in the back of it.

"I wasn't talking to you," he snapped angrily. When he finally looked up, it wasn't to glare at the trained assassin, but to give the human pet an inquiring glance. Using his other hand, he grabbed another blade and flipped it around so Cat could grab the metal handle of the throwing knife. "Hit the target," he repeated calmly again when she finally took the thing with hesitation after looking for the approving nod from her master.

She looked down at the metal item in her hand, holding it like it might try to bite her. "I don't know how," her volume might have been soft, but her tone was clear that if his face was the target, she'd be more than willing to try. Making Kal fight to keep from smirking, enjoying the fact that she harbored no warm fuzzy feelings for the other Relevent.

"Try." Although he seemed to have patience for her, he didn't like repeating himself, his tone growing less delicate.

Caterina walked around to stand in front of the loaded table, putting her back to them both but making sure she was still standing closer to him like he'd drilled into her. Adjusting her hold so she was holding the small weapon between blade and handle, she looked down the line of targets. Taking a deep breath, she raised her arm. Releasing the air and knife at the same time, she flung her arm forward with as much force as she could.