Raging Storm {book 2 in SOSfanfic series} [ON HOLD]

Desert's Doing At Night

The sound of shuffling woke Reyna. It was pitch black but there were a few lines of violet etched in the sky. Dawn.

Reyna opened her mouth to breath because her nose was completely blocked. Her cracked lips made her wince and her throat protested as dry, cold air almost chafed the back of her throat. Breathing would be difficult. Here comes the flaky skin and nosebleeds... She didn't move an inch as she flexed her fingers a few times around her dagger, trying to unfreeze them. By the gods, was she thirsty. She licked her lips and swallowed a few times, tensing and relaxing her body so that it would respond well enough when the time came.

She heard some shuffling again. Well, the time had come.

She peeked one eye barely open and tried to comprehend the moving shapes in the darkness. Thieves.

Most of them were gently going through the pockets of the sleeping riders. Some were checking the sacks and the goods. Some were tying up the men with ropes as they slept. They hadn't found Mr. Ambrose and Reyna yet, because the camel's had moved at night, and now they had surrounded the two and shielded them from sight.

Reyna counted almost twelve of them from beneath a camel's neck. To them, Reyna might've been a bundle of fabric in the dark, if they had even looked in her direction.

Crawling towards Mr. Ambrose, she gently but firmly pressed her hand on his mouth. His eyes snapped open. He grabbed Reyna's elbows and pushed her to the ground on his side, and rolled on top of her, throwing his entire weight on her.

Praying he could see her before he opened that smart mouth of his, she frantically whispered, "It's me! Don't move!"

She felt him stiffen on top of her. He brought up a hand to remove hers from his mouth but he didn't let go of it afterwards.

Reyna was too pumped up with adrenaline to consider much of it.

"Thieves. I'll take care of them. You stay here." She whispered again. He didn't move. She pushed against him and he lifted his weight off her and rolled onto his back.

Reyna missed the feel of that warm, solid, firm weight being pressed on top of her but she shook her head when she turned. She had just woken up and was already aroused. She was hopeless.

With her hands braced on either side his head, she whispered close to his ear, "There should be a gun under that pile of blankets there. Don't make a sound and get it. Do not move until I give you the signal. Do not look over the camels. If someone comes, stuff the rifle under the camel, roll up and put a blanket on top of you. When I say 'cherry', get up and cover me."

And with that Reyna was gone, melting into the shadows. This was her favourite part.

Thieves have scouts, and she saw one just a few feet away from where the camels were. She got up from her crouching stance, anyone who didn't look to close could just mistake her for a camel's neck.

She removed her trousers, opened a few well concealed buttons on her white robe and shifted it until the slit revealed her tanned leg. Then she tugged the bandages around her bust down and then jerked them up to have the desired cleavage affect.

She sauntered out of the shadows just enough so that only that one man could see her.

And when he did, he dropped his sword. It made a soft shic sound as it hit the sand. Reyna widened her eyes in the 'innocent look' and bit her lip. The man took a step towards her. Reyna backed away, as if afraid of him. As predicted, the man grinned and took two steps towards her. Pathetic men always fell for that one. He was only a few steps away from the shadows now.

Reyna moved to turn and 'accidentally' brushed her hand against her robe so that the fabric slid away and revealed almost all her leg. As she twisted a bit, her cleavage became more prominent.

The man stopped. Damn it. She overestimated his mental capabilities.
So Reyna made a move as if she tripped and landed on her back, somehow not making a sound. But the man wasn't interested in the suspicious move that she had not made a sound as she fell. He was more interested in that small tent of shadows that was made by the siren's legs with her robe.

The disgusting man wet his lips and took two more steps, reaching the shadows.

Reyna moved with lightning speed. She hooked her outstretched foot around his ankle and brought her knee to her chest. The man fell, his mouth opening to emit a startled cry. But Reyna had already crouched and jumped. She wrapped her legs around his knees and squeezed tightly as her left hand pressed firmly against his mouth and the right had grasped his back horizontally.

The man hit the ground. His legs and back were bent as only his bottom hit the sand. It hardly made a sound.
Faster than wind, Reyna moved her right hand upwards to dislodge his headscarf. As it fell in front of his face, obscuring his vision, she caught on ends of it and whipped it around over his head in circles. It formed a loop around his neck and one around his mouth. Before it could fall further, she tugged and jerked the fabric upward, tightening and choking he man.

She twisted his head sharply. His neck snapped but hardly made a sound under the folds of his headscarf.
He hadn't made a single sound and was dead in three seconds after he had stepped in shadows.

Three seconds Reyna shook her head as she stripped him.
What, are you getting slow in your old age? That was a pathetic performance.

Ten more seconds and Reyna was dressed up as him, complete with the robe, and the headscarf around her mouth. Ten more seconds to shove sand onto him and cover up the remaining part to hide the body.

You really are getting slow.

Reyna stepped out of the shadows.

30 seconds for the first. Let the hunt begin.