She woke to a strange murmur, like that of a buzzing crowd. She had expected them both the night before. She hadn't been disappointed. Now she dressed for the day, slipping on her sunglasses. Making sure her weapons were in place, she opened the door. She could hear talking, an occasional shout, and a hint of growled out threat. She walked closer, this time hearing her name.
“What's going on?”
Everything stopped. All eyes were on her as she stood in the doorway.
“Well?”
She walked further in, heading over to Alek. He was in front of the team, looking worried rather than his usual calm exposure. She noticed another group, one definitely smaller but not to be underestimated. The leader of the small group came over to her. He took her hand, Поцелуи it.
“It's a pleasure to see Ты Tara.”
His voice had the same effect on her as it did last night. Except now, her expression softened and her gaze stuck on him.
“Satstruiku.”
She сказал(-а) the strange name with an almost adoring tone, uncommon for her. Both Alek and Ciel watched with jealous gazes.
Satstruiku stood and smiled down at her.
“I wasn't aware of your admirers.”
Tara looked behind her. The team itself was stunned at her sudden change. But Alek and Ciel seemed hardly to care about anything except how she was reacting to the stranger in their midst. She turned back to him, pulling her hand free from his grasp.
“I was not aware Ты were one of them.”
His smile only broadened.
“Your temperament has not changed.”
“Speak in a way others can understand. Now tell me, why are Ты here?”
“I told Ты last night I'd be here to get you.”
Tara heard several weapons come out from their hiding places, but she kept hers close.
“And if I refuse to go along?”
He took her hands and pulled her close to him. His voice sent a delightful chill up her spine.
“I know Ты won't resist.”
At this point, Alek grabbed Tara and pulled her away.
“Sorry but the rest of us won't let Ты take Tara away.”
Satstruiku gave a small smile at the Russian creation.
“I hope Ты don't get hurt in the process.”
“What's going on?”
Everything stopped. All eyes were on her as she stood in the doorway.
“Well?”
She walked further in, heading over to Alek. He was in front of the team, looking worried rather than his usual calm exposure. She noticed another group, one definitely smaller but not to be underestimated. The leader of the small group came over to her. He took her hand, Поцелуи it.
“It's a pleasure to see Ты Tara.”
His voice had the same effect on her as it did last night. Except now, her expression softened and her gaze stuck on him.
“Satstruiku.”
She сказал(-а) the strange name with an almost adoring tone, uncommon for her. Both Alek and Ciel watched with jealous gazes.
Satstruiku stood and smiled down at her.
“I wasn't aware of your admirers.”
Tara looked behind her. The team itself was stunned at her sudden change. But Alek and Ciel seemed hardly to care about anything except how she was reacting to the stranger in their midst. She turned back to him, pulling her hand free from his grasp.
“I was not aware Ты were one of them.”
His smile only broadened.
“Your temperament has not changed.”
“Speak in a way others can understand. Now tell me, why are Ты here?”
“I told Ты last night I'd be here to get you.”
Tara heard several weapons come out from their hiding places, but she kept hers close.
“And if I refuse to go along?”
He took her hands and pulled her close to him. His voice sent a delightful chill up her spine.
“I know Ты won't resist.”
At this point, Alek grabbed Tara and pulled her away.
“Sorry but the rest of us won't let Ты take Tara away.”
Satstruiku gave a small smile at the Russian creation.
“I hope Ты don't get hurt in the process.”