Ka'Cit's Haven (Riv’s Sanctuary #3)

It was eerily quiet.

Maybe they would get off this ship without any problems at all.

Right?

“Wait,” Ka’Cit whispered and stopped so suddenly that she did plaster against him.

It sounded like he was feeling against the wall for something and in the dim light she could barely make out what.

There was an almost inaudible sound before part of the wall before him opened.

“Well, well, well…” There was that amusement in his voice again and it made her peek around him to see what he was looking at.

Nia’s eyes widened a little.

Guns.

Even in the darkness, the sleek metal seemed to glisten.

Ka’Cit ran his hand over a few before grasping one and pulling it from its spot in the wall.

“How did you even know that was there…” She glanced up at him. “You know what? Never mind.”

Reaching forward, she pulled one of the guns from the rack, noting the sound of surprise he made in his throat.

Well, she wasn’t going to pass up a weapon when a whole rack was right in front of her.

As she gripped the weapon, she glanced behind her and then in front of them.

Her heart felt like it was in her throat and all she wanted to do was to get the hell off this ship.

Ka’Cit closed the panel and she was aware he was eyeing her and the gun she held. The weapon felt heavy in her hands and she ran her fingers over it.

It was huge. It wasn’t like any gun she’d ever held in her hands before and she’d held a lot. Her father had brought her to the shooting range almost every week. It was always a competition to see who could hit the most targets with one hundred percent accuracy.

It was their thing. At least, it had been.

It felt like ages since she’d last held a gun and she clutched it tightly as Ka’Cit began moving down the corridor once more.

She was inching along the wall following behind him in the dim light and now that her eyes had adjusted completely, she noted something. Ka’Cit looked relaxed, almost as if they weren’t in the midst of danger, but something about the way he moved told her that he was incredibly alert.

It was almost like a cat walking before her.

Calm, measured steps. He was completely silent, but every muscle in his body was ready to react at a moment’s notice.

Every sound, every movement, he was aware of.

In just the few hours that she’d stayed with him in the nook, he hadn’t been like this.

Now there was a deadly calm about him, reminding her that he was, truly, still a man she did not know.

He stopped walking suddenly and she almost bumped into him. They were near the end of the corridor now and her gaze darted in front and then behind them. What was it? Did he see something?

But she couldn’t see anyone.

“The cargo bay is up ahead.” He spoke over his shoulder so she could hear him. “But there’s a problem…”

Nia gulped.