Flattening against the incline, she had to resist the urge to peek over it and attempt to get a bearing on the shooter.
“We’re covered.”
Oh, he sounded far too complacent as he kept a tight hold around her waist and kept her from checking above to see if anyone was moving in on them.
Turning her head, she looked over at him instead. “Was this Jonas’s idea to draw someone or something out?” she asked, fighting back the urge to kick him, since Jonas wasn’t there to take the blow himself.
“If it is, then I’ll kill him myself,” Stygian grated as he removed one arm from around her and flipped his wrist over to stare at the face of his watch. Maneuvering the arm still holding her to him, he depressed the small cylindrical post at the side. “Rule, do you have eyes on the bastard?”
“Eyes on. We’re moving in. Stay where you are,” a voice came through the link as the watch face slowly disappeared to reveal the image of the Lion Breed Rule Breaker.
The urge to growl was beginning to tighten her throat.
“Bastards,” she muttered.
“Only technically,” Rule drawled without a change of expression. “Hold tight. We have a team moving in on your position.”
Hold tight her ass.
“We’re too exposed here,” she warned Stygian. “If they don’t have a bead on the son of a bitch firing at us, then we’re going to be screwed here.”
“Tell her to hold on to her panties,” Rule stated as though she weren’t even there. “We may not have a bead on the shooter, but we have thermal imaging all around you. He won’t get close enough to do any damage.”
“And did he have thermal imaging before we were shot at?” she questioned. “If he did, then he’s falling far short on the job, Stygian.”
Stygian didn’t say a word.
Glancing at him, she nearly rolled her eyes at the black and brilliant blue fury gleaming in his gaze.
“Are we going to sit here like paper targets waiting on some Breed-hating bastard to take us out?” she asked.
His eyes narrowed.
“Keep her there, Wolf,” Rule warned him. “We’re moving in. Dog’s team will have sights on him within seconds.”
Liza snorted again.
Narrowing her eyes, she stared around, taking in the peaceful setting and lack of tourists on that particular end of the lake.
“Seduction,” she muttered. “You just had to go the seduction routine, didn’t you?”
“I hope she’s talking to you, Wolf.” Rule chuckled.
“Move it, Rule,” Stygian growled, the rasp in his voice a dangerous, primal sound.
“Got it—”
Dirt exploded above their heads, the projectile that had managed to bury itself in the ground obviously coming from behind them.
Liza noticed neither of them bothered making a sound.
Following him, she threw herself to the right, scrambling for the dubious cover of the boulders stacked along the bank several feet away.
“Which way?” Back flat against the cool stone as she crouched behind the stone protection, she glanced at Stygian.
He’d found a small crack between the two boulders that he was peering through before easing back, still crouched and prepared to move.
“Whoever’s out there has to be the worst shot in the world,” he mused with animalistic fury. “Just enough to fucking piss me off.”