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pointy end. Surprise flickered across her face just before she fell to a heap on her side. I didn’t even get a chance to applaud to that small feat when I was being picked up and thrown at one of the brick buildings. I smacked into it hard and the air in my lungs whooshed out of me. The next thing I know I’m being held in the arms of the mystery man that came to my aid. I didn’t get a chance to yell watch out before the guy dressed in black plunged a syringe filled with a silvery liquid into my savior’s neck. His face contorted and he fell onto his back motionless.
    I tried to stand but ended up falling back down. The guy came at me with a different syringe filled with the same silvery liquid. I don’t know how I managed to muster up enough energy and strength but when he came at me with it, I twisted his hand and jabbed the needle point of the syringe into his eye. He cried out from shock and fell backwards ceasing to move. I crawled my way over to my rescuer and shook him. His hand clamped around my wrist in a painful grip. “You must find Caden.” That was all he said as his hand fell away from my wrist. I laid on my side next to him because frankly all I wanted to do was rest, plus I was sore as hell and bleeding.
    Who the hell is Caden and why did that guy call me little guardian? Those two questions I’m sure will be answered soon enough. My eyes started to close because I was so damn tired and it hurt to move.
    The sound of shuffling feet and breathing made my eyes snap open. A pair of startling green eyes were looking down at me. Freaked out, I jumped to my feet and was in a fighting stance within two seconds while my sore body screamed at me in protest. Somehow that only seemed to amuse him because the corner of his mouth tipped up.
    “Easy there little guardian, wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.”
    His voice was deep, sexy and oh my, British. “Why do people call me that?” I ground out between clenched teeth. Of course he wasn’t going to answer me, he just stood there staring at me. I don’t know who this man was or what he wanted and frankly I didn’t care. The only thing I did know was that if he tried anything, anything at all I’d punch him. Just then my stomach let out sounds of hunger causing him to make an amused sound in the back of his throat and his smirk deepen.
    He turned around and picked up my bag, I was about to say something until he thrust it at me. He walked passed me and all I could do was stand there. He let out an annoyed sound. “Come on I’ve got a place nearby.” He looked me up and down. “You can clean up, we’ll dress your wounds and then get something to eat.” He tilted his head to the side. “Unless you’d rather stay here and wait for more assassins to come.”
    I gave it a small thought. “I’m coming.”
    “Thought so.”
    I grabbed my bag from the corner before I followed him out from between the two buildings and watched as he kept scanning the pass-a-byers. It kind of looked like he was waiting for someone to jump out and say boo. Paranoid much? Although with the day and night I had, I couldn’t really blame him. It seemed like we were walking for forever and every step I took jarred my already sore body.
    I didn’t miss the looks people gave me, hell I’d be looking to if someone was walking down the street and looked as if they just crawled out of a horror slasher flick looking like a hot mess. So I did my best to ignore it. I wasn’t sure what time it was but by telling from the pinkish sky it was around five or six in the morning. Just as I thought we were going to keep walking, he stopped and I almost ran into him.
    “Jesus, a warning next time would be nice.”
    He looked at me over his shoulder. “Take off your knapsack.” He said as he shrugged out of his coat that I just now noticed he was wearing. The look on his face stopped the protest on my lips and I did as he said. He took the backpack from me while handing me his coat.