He tore his eyes from her to glance
around fearfully, and the next thing she knew, he’d yanked the hood back over
her head, grabbed her elbow and was hustling her out of the club.
“Chakotay, what the hell?” she hissed
as they burst out onto the street.
“Kathryn, shut up. Just – shut up.”
Suddenly she was furious. “I’ve had
just about enough of people telling me what to do –”
“Please,”
he muttered as he dragged her along the street and into a building. He keyed an
access code into the elevator panel and pulled her into the lift.
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