Gasp, a new chapter? yes it is, sorry for the long wait guys!
here is a new chapter of Absolution. I'll reply to last chapter replies later.
So i didn't get in to teachers college... I'm sure chapter reviews will make me feel better!
However, I did just finish the very last essay of my university career :grad: at least until next year when i need to take mosre classes to boost my average.
Thanks to Bev for Betaing, she's awesome!
previously
“Please, just don’t touch me,” she said softly and got in the passenger side of the convertible.
Confused, Sark watched her get in the car before slipping on and buttoning his own shirt. He tossed Kat’s damaged clothing, his, and the towel into the trunk of the first car along with the Kevlar vest and the remnants of their existence. Once he was in the car and driving away he pressed a red button on a remote control and the car blew up.
Kat whipped her head around, watching the exploding car lift itself several feet off the ground. She turned back to Sark, “Julian, was that really necessary?”
Sark glanced at her quickly surprised that she was speaking to him again so soon. “Blood is hell to get out of the interior. How is your shoulder?”
“It’s fine. It really doesn’t hurt that much.”
Sark glanced at her again. “I apologize, he shot you sooner than I anticipated-“
“It wasn’t your fault Julian.” Kat interrupted and leaned her elbow on the car door, resting her head in her hands. “No one could have predicted that he would shoot that fast, besides he only hit my arm, it’s not like it was fatal or anything.”
“You’re angry.”
“Of course I’m angry Julian. I told him everything about me; things I could barely even admit to myself. I trusted him, with more than just that, with my safety and all the while he was selling my secrets to The Covenant. I thought I could trust him.”
“Katia, the first thing you learn in this life, the life we lead, is that you can’t trust anyone, not co-workers, friends, not even family. Everyone can be bought; every person has a price, monetary, moral or otherwise.”
“I suppose you’ve exercised that option on numerous occasion,” Kat murmured and wiped the tears from her eyes.
“What did you say?”
“I asked where we were going,” she lied.
“To my home in Marseilles,” Sark answered, knowing that that hadn’t been her original statement.
“I thought I was going home.”
“We will meet Katya at the airport tomorrow, and she will take you home.”
“Isn’t Marseilles, like three hours from here?”
“Three and a half,” he answered more precisely.
“Oh God,” she groaned.
“Why is that?”
“Three hours in a car with you,” Kat looked at him sceptically. “Julian, you drive like a maniac, we’ll be lucky if we make it there alive.”
Sark laughed and increased the gas, he had no doubt that getting to Marseilles as soon as possible would be best for both of them, Katia wasn’t herself.
Absolution
Chapter 8
Sark peered out the window searching the grounds for Katarina as he dialled Katya’s cell phone.
“How did it go?”
“Not exactly as planned, however it could have been worse,” Sark replied.
“What does that mean?”
Sark detected a tinge of annoyance in her voice. Katya was never pleased when things didn’t go exactly as planned.
“He shot Katarina earlier than we anticipated.”
“Is she injured?”
“Slightly, he fired two shots. One hit the Kevlar, and the other grazed her arm; it will mend quickly.”
“It could just as easily have been her head.”
“I am aware of that,” he said dryly. “Was Ilya able to get the documentation, I requested?”
“He did,” Katya confirmed. “Have you spoken with Irina?”
“Not as of yet,” Sark opened the window. “I called some time ago, but Yelena answered. Irina had gone to the hospital. I will try her cell soon.”
“She’s worse then?” Katya inquired.
Sark noted the concern in her voice. “I assume since Yelena flew to Switzerland to help.” Sark stuck his head out the open window and finally spotted Kat sitting on the balcony railing of the bedroom terrace. “I’ll call again; however I doubt Katarina will speak with her.”
“Tell my niece, it’s her father or sister,” Katya suggested amusement present in her voice. “She’ll talk to Irina then.”
“Perhaps.”
“The plane will be at the landing strip at four O’clock tomorrow,” Katya informed him.
“Have you made the call?”
“Tomorrow,” she answered and, with nothing more to say, promptly hung up without so much as a good bye.
Sark glanced out the window once more to ensure Kat was still there and then proceeded to dial Irina’s cell phone; she picked up on the fourth ring.
“How is Katarina?” Irina asked immediately. “Lena said she’d been hurt.”
Sark slowly made his way towards Katarina’s room. “She’s fine, a bullet graze, nothing serious.”
“Are you sure?”
“She’s…”
“Yes?”
“Betrayed,” he answered simply. “She’s taking it with difficultly; I’m surprised.”
“Why is that?”
“It’s not as if she’s experiencing it for the first time.”
“No,” Irina agreed. “But it is the first time for a friend,” she added. “I’d like to speak to her.”
“I’ll make an attempt,” he said. “However, I don’t offer any guarantees.” Sark entered the bedroom and crossed the room to the balcony. He held out the phone to Kat.
“Who is it?” she asked sceptically.
“Your sister,” he lied.
“Sydney?” Kat grabbed the phone putting it to her ear.
“Hello, sweetheart.”
Kat glared at Sark and promptly ended the call.
Katia,” Sark took the phone back from her and redialled Irina’s number. “You need to speak with her.”
“I don’t care if I never hear her voice again.”
“Enough,” Sark handed the phone back to her. “You are acting like a child. Speak to your mother.”
Taking offence to being called a child, Kat reluctantly took the phone. “Hello.”
“Hello Katy-Katarina,” Irina quickly corrected herself. “Are you alright?”
“I’m fine,” she answered curtly.
“Are you certain, Sark said you’d been shot?”
“Yes, it was just a graze.” Kat kept her answers short, there was no point in giving Irina any emotional ammunition to use against her.
“Katarina, I’m sorry things turned out the way they did.”
“There’s nothing you could have done about it, he was the mole…“ Kat broke off as she heard something on the other end of the phone; a code blue page. “Are you in a hospital?”
“I am yes,” Irina confirmed making her way to the silence of an empty stairwell.
“Oh…are you sick?”
Irina wondered if she heard actual concern in her daughter’s voice. “No sweetheart, I’m just visiting someone.” Silence resided on the other end of the phone; momentarily.
“Yet you claim to care about me.”
“Katarina, this is complicated,” Irina sighed.
“Whatever, are we done?”
“Sweetheart…“
“Goodbye Irina.” Kat hung up the phone and handed it back to Sark.
“You could at least be civil towards her, Katia,” Sark reprimanded.
“Julian, I will not discuss Irina with you.”
“Regardless of your want or lack of it, she is your mother and she deserves your respect.”
“Irina Derevko, has no idea how to be a mother. If she did, then she would be here, and then, she might earn my respect.”
Kat spoke with such vengeance in her voice and it angered him. Kat moved to slide off the railing and push past him, but he wouldn’t allow her. He stood close to her, one arm on either side of her body, essentially pinning her to the railing.
“Let me go.”
He refused, “no.”
“Julian, let…“
“No,” he interrupted. “You are not the only person in Irina’s world Katia. There are others she must consider.”
“I will not discuss Irina with you,” Kat repeated, her voice cold and distant.
“You are angry, that is understandable. You were betrayed, but not by her and taking out your anger on Irina or myself is unacceptable.” Kat was seething, he could see the anger flashing in her dark eyes.
“Leave me alone.” Kat reached her hands up to push him away forcefully, but he caught her off guard and forced them to her sides. “Let me go, Julian,” she repeated for the third time.
“No.”
“What is it that you want?” She was struggling against him, trying to pull her arms free, but Sark kept them firmly at her sides.
“What are you afraid of?”
His question caught her off guard and she stared blankly for a moment. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m not afraid of anything.”
The tone of her voice had changed, but Sark wasn’t entirely sure whether she was lying or not. “You are,” he challenged her.
“I just…”
“What?” he pressed her.
“I don’t know how to do this.”
“How to do what?”
“How to go back after everything that’s happened. How do I go back and not wonder if there’s not someone else out to get me. The Covenant wants me dead. Why? And if that’s the case why didn’t they kill me when they kidnapped me from New York? And, what’s to stop them from trying again? I…“
“Then don’t.”
“Don’t?”
“Don’t go back.” Sark released her hands and cupped her cheeks, drawing his thumbs over her cheekbones.
“I don’t understand,” she whispered trying not to let her uneasiness show.
“Don’t go back,” his voice was quiet now as well. “Stay with me.” Sark trailed his fingers through her hair slowly and tucked the locks behind her ears before returning to hold her face in his hands. “We can work together, you and I, like we were meant to.”
He kissed her. Even if her mind was strong enough to over power the sensations he created within her, she wasn’t sure she could force her body to obey.
Kissing Julian Sark was incredibly confusing and almost liberating; different from anything she’d experienced previously. The only true and wanted kiss she’d ever received had been Agent MacGregor in Spain, and while his had been gentle and sweet, Julian’s though not forceful were firm and demanding, but overpowering. Even without words, his kisses seemed to demand control and compliance.
The pressure and insistence of his lips against hers was overwhelming. One hand cupped her chin and the other pressed against her back pulling her as close to him as possible. He stood between her legs moulding her body to his and she relied completely on him for stability while sitting on the railing. Sark kissed her more than she participated and his lips left hers trailing down her neck to the base of her throat.
“Julian.” It came out more as a moan. She wanted to tell him to stop, but couldn’t, it was as if her mind wouldn’t allow her. She brought her hands up to his chest to push him away. He kissed her collarbone angling her head for better access and she looked up at the sky; it was dusk and the stars in the sky shone brightly in the countryside. They were so clear, not shrouded in the smog of the city as she was used to.
“No.” She finally managed to find words. Julian’s arm tightened around her waist as his lips came to hers again. She pushed him and he stepped back creating a minimal amount of distance between them. “Stop,” she said softly still trying to catch her breath. He kissed her again, more insistent than before. His lips slanted over hers and his hand moving to the back of her neck, drawing her head closer.
Kat pushed him again. Hard, two hands on his chest, using all her strength.
Surprised, he stumbled back releasing his hold on her; physical and emotional. Kat grabbed the railing quickly to avoid falling backwards from the force.
“Katia?” he reached for her, his voice tinged with anger.
She slapped him; hard, deliberate across the face. She gasped taking in a startled breath unable to believe she’d actually done it. “I said stop.” Kat slipped off the railing and tried to go past him, but he stepped in her path, grabbing her wrist.
“Why?”
“I’m not like you.”
“Excuse me?”
She spoke louder, though fully aware he’d heard her the first time. She attempted to pull her arm away. “I could never work with you. I’m not like you, I’m not an…“
She broke off mid sentence. His eyes narrowed… darkened. “You’re not like me? You’re not what?” She didn’t respond. They both knew what she was going to say, he was simply daring her to say it. “You’re not what Katia? Say it.”
“I’m not an assassin.”
She’d never feared him before and even now, she wasn’t sure. Under normal circumstances, she wouldn’t, but these were not normal circumstances; she could still taste him on her lips. Looking at him, she saw the mark she’d left on his cheek, and the anger held within his eyes. He wasn’t accustomed to being challenged.
“Is that what you believe me to be?”
“It’s what you are, isn’t it?” She jerked her arm and he let go. Her voice was low and husky as she spoke. “You kill people for money. You have no morals, no limits. It’s all about the pay off. It’s not human, Julian.”
Sark turned to go before either of them did something they might regret. He stopped and looked back at her, taking in her appearance. Her hair was dishevelled from the light wind that sent the hem of her dress fluttering against her knees. Her eyes were dark and watered, and her lips still plump and red from his kisses. “You’re a very presumptuous little girl.”
He was used to having the last line.
She wouldn’t allow it.
“Aren’t you rather old to be kissing little girls?”