6

"Dmitri!" a hoarse whisper. Startled, he lay still, letting the water run past his eyes.
"Dmitri!" he heard it again, urgent, desperate. He rinsed the soap from his face, pushing his hair back. Opening his eyes a fraction too soon, the soapy water stung and his vision was impaired as he looked to where the voice had come from.
"Dmitri!" gasped a dark shape, low to the ground "Dmitri, you have to help!" His vision started to clear, and he saw that it was a woman who was before him, a shapely one. She was crouched and obviously scared. Finally he saw, it was -
"Iluska?"
"Shhh. Be quiet!" she pleaded, "Of course it's me!"
"Iluska, what are you doing here?" he demanded.
"Dmitri, be quiet!" she begged "Please, Dmitri! Dmitri, they're HERE!" Iluska's tone spooked Dmitri, and at last he saw her shaking with fear. A hunter knew how to keep quiet, and there'd be time for questions later. There seemed to be little choice. He got up out of the bath as quietly as he could, and moved to his crossbow. He loaded it and handed it to Iluska. He put his finger to his lips, gesturing her to keep quiet.
"Stay here" when he spoke, it was in a low voice, and she had to strain to hear him. "If anyone comes through that door, shoot them - here." He pointed to his throat and she nodded. It was only just now that she realised that he was still naked. A slight blush came to her cheeks, but he didn't notice it, as he was already moving toward his blades. One in each hand, he slipped out of the door, noiselessly.