She closed her eyes against the deep, accented voice. She hadn't heard that name since she'd started running. Her name on his lips was chilling and seductive at the same time. He had never been as accomplished as her at hiding his accent.

"Natasha," he demanded again, much closer this time.

Her eyes flew open and she realized he was standing over her now. She moved to back away from him, away from the deadly intent now clearly visible in the lines bracketing his mouth and the ...