Levi went quiet, and Hannah smiled, looking back at the padlocks.
She was normally great at getting someone out of a situation, and she had a record of two minutes and five seconds. But she was having a challenging time with this one. Her mind was being internally fucked over the fact that this dude, this man stuck in the chair, was her mate.
When she first entered the perimeter of the warehouse, her wolf wouldn’t calm down. It was like she was walking on pins and needles. She hadn’t understood it. She wasn’t nervous. She never got nervous.
She was as calm as a person could get when a job needed to be done. It was something she always prided herself on.
Yet, despite her odd nerves, when she’d found the air duct, she knew that was her way in. As she crawled around, she had no idea how she knew which direction was the right way, but somehow she did. She knew exactly where to turn, and the further she traveled, the more her body seemed to act up.
First, it was like a small irritation, but the longer it went, it grew. Her heart raced faster, and sweat clung to her clothes. She felt hot and bothered, and she knew it wasn’t from the air.
When she got to the room and looked down at Levi, her heart skipped a beat. She didn’t have long before the damn lock broke, and she literally fucking fell into his lap. It was not the way she wanted to introduce herself.
The second her body landed on him, a spark ran up her spine all the way to her brain. When she looked up at him, she knew for sure. Levi was her mate.
She wanted to kill Nick. The fucker had a sixth sense for this stuff. Almost all his agents were laughing and calling him the unconscious matchmaker.
Hannah had never bothered to care. Sure, a few of his agents went on missions, and their targets ended up being their mates. She always thought,big whoop.
But staring at Levi now, she wanted to hurt Nick. It had to be true. She was now in the situation herself, and she didn’t know whether to laugh or cry over it.
She tried to focus on picking the lock. Her mind was having a tough time concentrating. She kept looking at Levi, staring into his green eyes. She had been right before. He did have freckles. They weren’t prominent, but they were there.
Levi was a smaller guy, but he was still rather fit. He had a strong jawline and fancy hair. Even in a tough situation, the man was sexy.
She looked back at the lock, knowing her window of opportunity was getting shorter. She couldn’t get it, though, not when Levi was breathing against her throat. Her wolf was growling in happiness.
Suddenly a hissing sound filled the room, and Levi spoke up, “Not that I want to rush you or break your concentration, but I’d like not to die today if that’s possible. This room is a death trap. They are using carbon monoxide.”
She frowned, already having known their poison of choice. She heard some people chatting about it near the air duct. Whoever those people were, they were out for blood, but not to spill it. They weren’t assassins or headhunters. No, they were ordinary people trying to prove a point.
“Fuck.” She growled and pushed herself up. She wasn’t getting the lock, and she couldn’t waste any more time. She put her knife away, “This might hurt.”
“What?” Levi’s voice rose as she grabbed the chair and flipped it backward. Levi tumbled with it, but the chair broke. She stared at his legs, seeing they were still locked together. He could at least stand, and that’s what she wanted.
She gave him a hand, helping him up. The hissing grew louder, and she turned toward the door. “Breath in through your shirt. And stay behind me.” Her eyes went to the shackles on his legs. “Can you run in those?”
Levi nodded. “I’ll do what I have to.”
She nodded before she kicked the door down. The window shattered, and the door blew off its hinges. She wasted no time walking into the hallway.
Two guys turned to them, shocked, and Hannah pulled out her pocketknife. She knew killing wasn’t always the answer, but at the moment, she didn’t care. Levi wasn’t just a human. Levi was her mate, and no one was touching him.
The first man rushed her, and she moved swiftly. She pulled the knife up, slashing it into his jugular. She yanked it out, not bothering to watch him fall. She moved to the second guy, who now looked a little scared.
She could tell he knew he was no match for her. Hannah had years of experience, and the man hardly knew how to stand guard, let alone how to hurt someone.
He stepped toward her and pulled a gun out. Hannah stepped forward, kicking the gun out of his hands before she grabbed at his neck and twisted. There was a loud crack, and the man fell. She looked over her shoulder at Levi.
He stood holding his shirt over his face, looking at her with wide eyes. She frowned, “Stay close and take the gun. We might need it.”
She didn’t waste any time waiting for him to process what was happening. Hannah couldn’t wait for others to hear what was going on and come to help.
They headed down the hallway, careful to be quiet. Hannah wanted to get them out without killing a bunch of people. She liked to keep her mission as clean as she could.
They stopped at the end and waited for a few people to pass. The place was crowded with people, but none of them seemed to know what they were doing.
“Are we close to being out?” Levi asked, sending a shiver down Hannah’s spine.