Kill Or Be Killed

Chapter Fifty

Scale Number: 1, slight 4

"Damn it. Girls!"

Cat rolled her eyes as she placed one hand flat on the counter, that way she had plenty of balance as she lifted her leg to remove the amateur snare trap that was wrapped around her ankle. Looking up when she heard her Pretekter snort with amusement from the corner, probably having been there the entire time. Likely he'd seen the trap there the whole time; or had even helped the two mini me's set it up.

Little fading paddles of feet on the hardwood alerted her to their daughters running away from the doorway; where they had probably been perched skillfully for toddlers, watching their masterpiece.

She pointed a finger at Kalayavan, who extinguished his smile with a professional look of surprise. Holding his hands up in defense, a gesture that had long ago lost its efficacy, since she knew he was anything but innocent. "Stop teaching them bad habits," she lectured him while dramatically slapping down the white section of rope they must have gotten from their father.

"Me?" He rose steadily from where he'd been seated, that dark gleam in his baby blue's was unmistakable. "What about you?" Before Cat could even speak to ask what he was talking about, he quickly went on. "The way they can get away with murder using those pouty lips and big eyes. How easily they can wrap me around their tiny fingers from the moment I heard their screaming. Hell, I hadn't even laid eyes on them yet,tilting his head ever so slightly, he stalked toward her with each fact he stated, looking down at her like a starving predator. "Now, who could they have possibly gotten any of those traits from?"

Pressing her lips together to keep from smiling from ear to ear, as he was referring to how he was constantly saying she was doing similar things; right down to the part about loving her before actually seeing her first. Cat's eyes shift to the side for a second to make sure the girls hadn't returned to spy on them; just another trait they learned from their own protective trained assassin. "I don't have a single clue," she pursed her lips as if deep in thought, closing the small amount of space between them with a single step, "Must be some kind of fluke." The second she was flush to him, his arms snaked around her hips, keeping her pressed firmly there.

He didn't bother hiding his devilish smirk, "I'll show you some kind of fluke." Barely bending down, he shifted his hold so he was cupping her ass, making it easier to scoop her up. Only to be interrupted by two screaming children who charged his legs in an attempt to 'save' their mother.

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"Wake up!" Someone kicked the leg of Cat's cot, jerking it violently. "Hurry up, before they get in here," the harsh tone came again with a second jarring shake of the makeshift furniture.

Cat peeled her eyes open, only to wish she hadn't when they stung with exhaustion. The small blonde standing over her, still dressed in her pajamas she'd been wearing the night before. Her reflexes were slower than they should have been, making her miss the matching clothes that were thrown in her face.

A snarky remark cut off as she looked off to the side, then tried to hurry out half an explanation. "There's no time to waste. Get dressed before they come for us, or you will be..."

Before Zella could finish her warning, the door hissed open to allow a handful of guards to enter their room. Most of which were the same Sepireers who'd brought Cat down to this metal hell in the first place. When their eyes collectively swept over the room, they were quick to settle on the only unprepared Kanfedant in the space. Several looks of annoyance flashing across their expressions, save for the couple who looked like they were actually about to enjoy whatever was going to happen next.