Her hand in mine was both strong and gentle, helping me up from the floor and I glanced up into her eyes. Startled by what I saw there…what I thought I saw there. A conflict of fire, hatred, rage and lust and…something else. The look made me shiver in fear rather from the cold, but she pointed to her coat and brought a half hearted smile to her lips that fooled neither her nor I. Gratefully I pulled the long warm coat around my shoulders and slipped it on. I smiled over at Trey, his eyes had not left my breasts and naked body since I rose, and I slyly closed the coat in a way that gave him a lingering look. Instantly I was availed of her deep, powerful scent which had a disturbingly intoxicating effect on me. And I glanced over at her, wondering if she had seen my obvious flirt with the man.

I paused for a moment, gathering myself and marshalling my thoughts. Observing them from the other side of the office I was able to hear their conversation perfectly. I looked over at the broken window…and the building across the street…if I ran hard enough…I might make it. But I shook my head, I was exhausted and whilst the paralysis of earlier, under the caress of the mad Celine, had faded…I was just too tired.

Treys comments came to me. I crossed the floor slowly in order not to alarm them. Nonetheless I felt them both watching. I picked up my cross-bow and tugged some more bolts from the bag. Trey lifted the gun quickly, pointing it at me. I stared at him and lifted the bow to my back, resting in place there…shaking my head slowly. I nodded towards the open window, indicating the infected mass around the building. Would they trust me to help them get free from the building? Frankly if I killed these two, my position would be worse if I tried to escape this alone. But he had no reason to trust me since I had slaughtered the rest of his men.

“Fucking speak you dumb mute bitch!” He screamed at me, still waving the gun at me.
I stared back at him, carefully, I wondered what the odds were of me being able to draw my cross bow, aim and fire at him before he filled me with bullets were…probably slightly worse than 50-50. But my eyes drew to her…that damn woman again…what spell did she have over me? I saw the stern look…and the power of the gaze drove any thought of attacking him out of me instantly. I lifted my arms half heartedly, rolling my eyes sarcastically. Then pulled myself up onto a desk, sitting cross legged as I stared back at the two of them, waiting for them to decide my destiny. I could escape at some point. There was no doubting that…but another look at Celine fed an uncomfortable doubt…what if I didn’t want to?