The hesitation was clear, as was the lack of answer. He was an intriguing one, this shadow of hers. So far, there was no indication of what he thought of her. Only that lovely, silken voice that sent shivers down her spine.
The twigs snapped, sharp enough in the soft forest to sound like a gunshot to Lara's ears. She whirled, crouching slightly, all too aware that she had only a knife with her, tucked high against her thigh. Her body set itself immediately, poised for flight or fight, with inhuman grace.
And then went still again, waiting to see what had made that sound.