85.   Caught

~ CARA ~

When we reached the end of the row and the intersection of aisles, Rig stopped briefly, frowning, looking both ways up the aisle, then darting down the next row, hurrying even faster.

My breathing picked up, but not because we were hurrying—I’d been hunting long enough I could run for long periods before I lost my breath. No, it was the sense of power and tension flowing off him in waves.

That Avenging Angel was walking the city ready to do battle, and God help whoever got in his way.

Then we reached the end of the next row of stacks and he swore, pulling me around the corner to the end of the floor-to-ceiling shelving unit and pressed me against it.

“I—oh!” I gasped as he took my mou