The silver-haired, pale-skinned version of Cass stood in the middle of the room, in front of the small metal table bolted to the floor. Gracefully, almost in slow motion, she looked up—no longer staring at the hidden camera—and their gazes met. “Captain Lewis.” Her smile was lazy, indulgent.
Lewis hesitated for one breath before stepping into her den. The door shut behind him with a deep metal clank. He was locked in with an insane goddess until he requested otherwise. A corner of his lips twitched—to smile or to frown?—hell, at the moment even he wasn’t sure. With his hands at the small of his back, clenching his sweat-soaked beret, and his legs shoulder-width apart, he waited just inside the door.
“So good of you to come.” “As if I had a choice.” “We all have choices.” “Do we?” Watching him as if he might wiggle off her hook any second, she ran her fingers over her lips. “Don’t be absurd, Captain.” “Why did you ask for me, Ta’mat?” “Ah.” She strolled closer, head tilted slightly. “I never could fool you. Pity.” ________________________________________________