by Nalini Singh
Page 50
"I don't care if he wants to visit at three in the fucking morning if he can do this for my son. " A shaky laugh. "I'll do whatever the man wants. All you have to do is tell me. "
Three hours later, Dev called Jack back. "He wants you to move to San Francisco. " The information had been relayed through Dorian.
"Man's got family to protect," Dorian had said. "Less people who know what he can do the better. I didn't even know before he decided to tell me today. "
Dev raised an eyebrow. "This guy sounds secretive. "
"I'd have him at my back anytime. " A steady gaze. "He's determined to help that kid - determined enough to share a secret he's kept for a hell of a long time, so if I was you, I'd do exactly as he says. "
Now Jack didn't hesitate for even a second. "I'll start packing. "
Hanging up, Dev met the eyes of the woman who'd just exited the bathroom. "Come to bed. "
She didn't argue, but as she walked across the room, he saw something that made his spine knot. "Your balance is off. "
"Yes. " Sliding into the bed, she ran her fingers down the roughness of his jaw. "But I don't want to talk about that right now. Love me, Dev. "
And because he could deny her nothing, he did as she asked.
If Dev had allowed himself to acknowledge the enraged helplessness that twisted around his mind in a thousand coils, he might've done something stupid. As it was, he compartmentalized. It was a skill he'd gotten very good at as a child. The machines, the metal, usually helped, but never when it came to Katya. She reached too deep, made him feel too much.
"I didn't think the non-Silent could do that," Katya said to him that evening as they discussed the final preparations. A bare two hours remained. Dev would've preferred a longer lead-up, but not only would Ming be in the city today, but the longer they waited, the more Katya would lose of herself.
"Do what?" he asked, looking up from his sketch of the location where they planned to lure the bastard.
"Shut away emotional responses. " Rising from her seat on the sofa in front of him, she walked over to sit on the arm of his chair. "You've gone cold. "
His slid his own arm around her waist in an instinctively protective gesture. "It's necessary. " Tugging gently, he brought her into his embrace. "A soldier can't operate unless he's completely focused on the target. "
"How long were you a soldier?"
"Few years after high school. " He frowned and annotated a gap in the net of snipers he planned to have cover the meeting spot. "I decided it'd be the easiest way to get the kind of training I needed. "
"Needed for what?" A warm hand along his nape, a kiss pressed to his cheekbone.
"Katya. " It was meant to be an admonishment, but he was lost the instant he met those hazel eyes. Groaning, he pulled her down with a hand on the back of her head and bit at her lower lip in sensual punishment. "I know what you're trying to do. "
Her gaze darkened to jade shot with tiger's-eye. "Let me. "
"I can't. "
It took her long minutes to release a sigh. "I don't want to lose you. "
He looked at her, waiting for her to understand.
"No," she said after almost thirty seconds of silence. "I wouldn't choose safety either if it was you. "
He kissed her for that, for accepting his need to protect her, keep her safe.
Afterward, she nuzzled into his throat. "Just a few minutes. "
"Just a few. " He needed to have every piece in its absolute accurate place or it would all turn to shit. If they worked it exactly right, the Councilor would find a physical meeting more expedient than a psychic one. Because a meeting on the psychic plane would leave Katya ultimately vulnerable - Dev was sure Ming had a hidden back door into her mind, one that would allow him to easily skirt the shields he'd put in place and take anything he wanted.
"Is it all from being a soldier? Your ability to compartmentalize?"
Shadows whispered at the back of his mind, voracious and grasping. He fought their attempts to drag him back into the grief-shrouded past. "Why?"
"There's a sense about you . . . as if the need for control is ingrained into your soul. "
"One way to put it. " Releasing a slow breath, he ran his hand over her hair. "I told you my father killed my mother. What I didn't tell you is that I witnessed the murder. " He kept his voice even, his words clear. That emotional stranglehold was the only weapon he had to fight the shadows' insidious taunts.
"Oh, Dev. " A soft whisper, his pain echoed in her voice. "How old were you?"
"Old enough to understand that my father shouldn't have his hands around my mother's neck like that but not old enough to pull him off. " The memory haunted him every day of his life. If only he'd been stronger. But he'd been a slight boy of barely nine, his father a big man who outweighed him four times over. "He probably would've killed me, too, except that my mother managed to broadcast a telepathic scream for help. "
He could still hear the jagged shock of the door being broken open, the stamp of booted feet, shouting, then people thumping fists onto his mother's chest and breathing into her mouth. Her chest had begun to rise and fall, feeding his hope . . . until he'd realized that she wasn't doing it on her own, that she wasn't really breathing.
"It took the rescuers ten minutes to realize I was in the room. " He'd been thrown into a corner by his father's back-hand, had lain there dazed and bleeding as his world shattered in front of him. "I saw them drag my screaming, crying father from the room. Then I saw them pronounce my mother dead. "
Katya's kiss was a benediction against his forehead. "Honed in fire," she murmured. "Did your father suffer a psychotic episode?"
"Yes. And he never really came back. He spends almost all of his time in a room in a facility in Pennsylvania. It's a nice place, lots of gardens, trees, real peaceful, but he only ever leaves his room when he's forced to, or if I visit. "
"Do you visit him often?"
"No. " He closed his hand around her hip, his grip tight. "The adult in me, the reasoned being, understands that he didn't do what he did out of choice. So I go. But then I see him, and I'm that child again, watching him snuff out my mother's life. And I can't go that last step - I can't forgive him. "
"At leas - " Katya began, just as Dev's watch beeped.
"This can wait," he said, shamefully relieved. "It's time. "
Forty-five minutes later found them sitting in a car outside a row of storage lockers located on the eastern edge of Queens, Katya at the wheel. Dev had chosen the location for two very important reasons - one, it was out of the way, lessening the chances of interruption, and two, it gave the snipers an excellent line of sight.
"Okay," he said, checking his phone. "The business association dinner's about to wind up. He'll be on the road within the next ten minutes. Surveillance confirms the teleporter isn't with him - this is our best shot. "
Rubbing her hands on her thighs, Katya looked at him. "I don't know if I can do this. "
"You have to, baby. If he decides to utilize a back door into your mind, he needs to see what he expects. " Reaching over, he pulled her out of her seat and into his lap. "Hopefully, his arrogance will have him accepting everything at face value. "
"I don't want to share this with him. " She put her hands on his face. "I don't want him to know how much you matter. "
"He won't," Dev whispered, the gold in his eyes electric in the hushed dark inside the car. "He has no comprehension of what it is to feel this much for someone. " He brushed her hair off her face.
She had no defenses against him. So she leaned forward and took his mouth in a soft, sweet kiss. Tenderness and pain ravaged her in equal measures as he put his arms around her. Taking the taste of him inside her mouth, she allowed him to seize the lead, to kiss her as if he'd never get enough.
Fire licked up her spine, passion rising even in the midst of chaos. When his hands slipped under her swe
atshirt to move up her back, she shivered. Focusing only on the sensations, on the heat he could stoke so easily, she moaned in the back of her throat and moved her hand to his neck, playing her fingers over his pulse.
He nipped at her mouth, his own hands sweeping around to cup her breasts. Hunger rocked through her, but it was then, while he was distracted, that she dropped the pressure injector hidden in the sleeve of her sweatshirt into her palm. "I'm sorry, Dev. " Pressing the injector to the pulse in his neck, she pushed the trigger.
His body jerked. Breaking the kiss, he stared at her. "Katya?" Betrayal snuffed out the gold and an instant later, his head slumped back on the seat.
Chapter 51
Swallowing tears, Katya picked up his cell phone and input a number she'd found embedded in her memory.
Ming's voice was an ice-cold blade at the other end. "Councilor LeBon. "
"I have him," she whispered, letting her desperation, her fear, her anguish flood her mind.
A pause. "This is unexpected. " The crawling brush of fingers slithering over her mind. "A double cross, Ekaterina? I wouldn't have thought it of you. "
Nausea roiled as those fingers probed and violated. "I want to live. " She kept her thoughts mired in the torment she'd felt the instant Dev understood what she'd done. "You promised you'd release me if I delivered Devraj Santos. "
"I ordered you to kill him. "
"I thought you'd prefer him alive if you could get him that way. " The fingers retreated from her mind, but she didn't breathe a sigh of relief.
"True. " Another pause. "Where are you?"
She gave him the coordinates. "There are sharpshooters waiting for you. "
"I see that. Since I'm without a teleporter at the moment, I'll drive to you. Wait for further instructions. "
