19
PARADISE ISLAND
LATE AFTERNOON
“Sweet dreams, Bryce.”
The young assassin’s eyes were wide and glazed with blank shock as his slender body trembled and convulsed on the damp rocky floor.
Mac gazed down at his prone body, and shook his head in self-disgust. Was that how Mariah and he had reacted earlier when the spores had exploded in their faces? Thank goodness no one had seen them flopping helplessly back and forth like fish out of water!
Until their flailing hands had touched, and he’d somehow rallied enough strength to focus all the piercing energy shattering his mind and body.
Without that unexpected release…would it ever be that outrageously explosive between them again?…would he have survived the traumatic experience? Would Mariah have survived?
Unlikely. She would have die
