Hunter and the DancerChapter 25
I SAT AT THE Internet café waiting. Anger coursed though me; anger at myself for letting them grab Callie. It mixed with a fear I’d never experienced, almost but not quite paralyzing me. I hated it. Fear clouded my clarity. It could make me hesitate at a critical moment, and Callie’s life was at risk. I’d failed. Grand plans had been overly optimistic. I’d been naïve. I’d let myself relax and actually enjoy myself. I’d been unprofessional in the extreme and Callie was paying the price for my...