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Breslan approached the foot of the bed.
He pulled aside his jacket and reached for the gun on his hip. In the blink of an eye, he had it out of the holster.
Jena rolled over sideways.
She fell off the mattress, landing on all fours. With a soft hiss, she reached up and touched the bed with one hand. Calling upon her Nassai, she warped space-time to make an artificial gravity field.
The mattress flew forward off the box-spring, hitting Breslan in the stomach and forcing the man to double over. It drove him all the way back to the table on the other side of the room.
Jena got up.
Baring her teeth in a snarl, she winced and tried to ignore the tension in her chest. Time to move, Morane, she thought, turning to the door. The traitorous little bastard won't stay down forever.
Indeed,
