The Huntress' Name (sequel to The Huntress)

Chapter 2- Past and Present

There was a knock on the door to our door. I looked to James and he got up. 

"Room service. I ordered lunch for us."

"Make sure you check before you open the door." The last thing I wanted was the door busting down and people coming in to get us. I still didn't think anyone knew we were here but you could never be too careful. 

James nodded and looked through the hole before opening the door. He brought in the food and set it down on the desk in the room. 

He brought me a bowl of soup. Chicken soup. It smelled amazing. 

James was eating a sandwich at the desk watching me. 

"I thought I would take you somewhere else again today. I was thinking we could see the Tower of London."

"Please don't tell me we have to take another cab." 

"It's really not that bad. I've been in worse."

"Not that bad? I saw my life flash before my eyes."

James rolled his eyes with a smile. "Always the drama queen." He gave me a wink and I stuck my tongue out at him taking another spoon full of soup. 

"Anyways, being the ultimate tourist isn't exactly a way to blend in," I said pointedly. 

"El-" He paused for a moment seeing the look on my face at his slip. "Eliza, we're two Americans in London. We don't exactly blend in to begin with. Doing tourist things would at least let us blend in to one crowd."

"But we don't know if it's secure out there. At least around here it's a small area, we know it well, know how to get away."

"We can't just live in this room for some undetermined amount of time. We can't just put our lives on hold because we don't have the area scoped out. We can't just hide forever. I get that we're supposed to lie low, but that doesn't mean we have to completely disappear."

"Fine. We'll go to the tower, do touristy things." I sighed feeling defeated. James was right, we couldn't just put our lives on hold. Well we could, it would just be incredibly stupid. It would be like letting The Organization win. 

I set the bowl my soup came in on the bedside table and James moved toward me with a smile. I knew that smile, it was his predatory sexy smile. My breath caught at the look in his eyes, pinning me down as he closed the distance between us. 

He was standing in front of me, looking down into my eyes. He leaned over and kissed me lightly, and that was all it took. He was like a drug that I just couldn't get enough of. 

My arms wrapped around his neck and I pulled him down as I laid back on the bed. I heard a low rumble come from him and the kiss intensified. 

His mouth moved along my jaw, his teeth brushing my skin on his way to my neck. He left small kisses and the sweet trail of fire burned through me. 

His teeth brushed the mark he'd made and it sent a shiver down my spine and I pulled him closer to me. 

My heart was racing. When we both finally pulled back our breathing was ragged. "So this tower," I whispered. 

"Right, the tower." James' low voice made me want to pull him back in to me but I let him get up. 

"I'm going to check my email quick to see if your sister sent anything."

"I really wish you'd just stop with the emails. You're so worried about them finding us and yet you're leaving a trail for them. Wouldn't they be monitoring her emails?"