Rushing to the next door, he thrust it open. This was an empty room about ten feet deep and fourteen wide, with two half windows that ran along the back of the house. Mac stared with despair at the flames dancing on the other side of the glass. He was trapped, with no way out . . . and no way even to call for help, he realized suddenly. There was no landline in the basement, and he’d left his cell phone upstairs on the kitchen counter to avoid interruptions while he set up down here.
I’m done for, Mac thought with despair, and then glimpsed a flash of red light beyond the flames framing and filling the nearer window.Moving cautiously forward, Mac tried to see what was out there, and felt a bit of hope when he spotted the fire truck parkedat the top of the driveway and the men rushing around it, pulling out equipment. If he could get their attention, and letthem know where he was . . .
Turning, Mac rushed back into the main room, wading through the sea of boxes until he found the one he wanted. He ripped itopen and dug through the bubble-wrapped contents until he dug out his microscope. It was old and heavy, and Mac pulled itout with relief and then tore the bubble wrap off it as he moved back to the empty storage room. He didn’t even hesitate butcrossed half the room in a couple of swift strides and simply threw the microscope through the nearest of the two little windows.Glass shattered and Mac jumped back as the flames exploded inward as if eager to get in. They were followed by rolling smokethat quickly surrounded him, making him choke as he yelled for help.
He was shouting for the third time when dark figures appeared on the other side of the fire now crowding the window. He thought he could make out two men in bulky gear, what he supposed was the firemen’s protective wear, and then someone shouted, “Hello? Is there someone there?”
“Yes!” Mac responded with relief. “I am in the basement.”
“We’ll get you out! Just hang on, buddy! We’ll get you out!”
“Get somewhere where there’s less smoke,” someone else shouted to him.
“Okay!” Mac yelled, backing out of the room, his fascinated gaze watching the fire fan out from the window as the drywallaround it caught flame. It would spread quickly now that he’d given the fire a way in, he knew. The smoke was already fillingthis room and pouring out into the main room, but he could deal with that. Smoke couldn’t kill him. Fire would.
Cursing, he turned abruptly and returned to the bathroom next door. There was no fire or smoke in the small room yet, but would be soon enough he knew. Moving to the cast-iron claw-foot tub he’d had refinished before moving in, Mac plugged in the stopper and prayed silently as he turned on the taps. Relief slid through him when water began to pour out. The fire hadn’t stopped the water from working yet, and the taps and faucet were old enough not to have an aerator to reduce the speed at which the water jetted out. It gushed from the tap at high pressure, filling the tub quickly, or at least more quickly than his tub back in New York would have filled. There it would have taken ten or fifteen minutes to fill the tub; here it took probably half that, but they were the longest minutes of his life and fire was beginning to eat through the wall between the bathroom and the storage room before it was quite finished.
Mac didn’t wait for it to finish filling, but stepped into the quickly heating water in his pajama bottoms and T-shirt whenit was three-quarters full, and submerged himself up to his nose. Smoke was coming into the room now, pouring through theair vents, making breathing hard, and the water was hotter than hell, the fire heating it in the pipes on its way to thisroom and the tub. But it was only going to get hotter. The one wall of the room was now a mass of flames, and the fire waseating its way into the two connecting walls as well. The tile on the floor was catching flame and curling inward toward thetub. The water he was in would be boiling soon by his guess. He now knew how lobsters felt when dropped in boiling water.It was one hell of a gruesome way to die. . . . But it wouldn’t kill him. As long as he didn’t catch fire, he would survive,but Mac suspected he’d wish he was dead before this was over.
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LYNSAY SANDS is the nationally bestselling author of the Argeneau/Rogue Hunter vampire series, as well as numerous historicals and anthologies.She’s been writing since grade school and considers herself incredibly lucky to be able to make a career out of it. Her hopeis that readers can get away from their everyday stress through her stories, and if there are occasional uncontrollable fitsof laughter, that’s just a big bonus.
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By Lynsay Sands
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Immortal Born
The Trouble With Vampires
Vampires Like it Hot
Twice Bitten
Immortally Yours
Immortal Unchained
Immortal Nights
Runaway Vampire
About a Vampire
The Immortal Who Loved Me
Vampire Most Wanted
One Lucky Vampire
Immortal Ever After
The Lady Is a Vamp
Under a Vampire Moon
The Reluctant Vampire
Hungry For You
Born to Bite
The Renegade Hunter
The Immortal Hunter
The Rogue Hunter
Vampire, Interrupted
Vampires Are Forever
The Accidental Vampire
Bite Me if You Can
A Bite to Remember
Tall, Dark & Hungry
Single White Vampire
Love Bites
A Quick Bite
Hunting for a Highlander
My Favorite Things
A Lady in Disguise
The Wrong Highlander
The Highlander’s Promise
Surrender to the Highlander
Falling for the Highlander
The Highlander Takes a Bride
To Marry a Scottish Laird
An English Bride in Scotland
The Husband Hunt
The Heiress
The Countess
The Hellion and the Highlander
Taming the Highland Bride
Devil of the Highlands
The Loving Daylights
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