by Amelia Jade
“Still extremely groggy and out of it, but he is awake now,” she said in a rather clinical manner. “Don’t expect him to make much sense though. That’ll probably take another hour at this rate. Which is remarkably quickly,” she said. “He must have had a lot in him to take down someone his size.”
“The bag was half-empty,” he said. “A normal tranq dart contains perhaps ten or twenty drops. He’s probably got ten times that in him.”
Jared dropped to one knee next to his friend. Justin’s eyes were open, but the pupils were unfocused, unseeing as his head lolled back and forth.
“Has he been able to drink any water yet?”
Nadia shook her head. “No. I’ve dribbled a few drops into his mouth here and there, but that’s about it. I’m scared if I do much more he’ll choke on it.”
His lips compressed into a flat line, but he was forced to agree. “We just have to wait it out then.”
“Unfortunately,” she said, turning to face him.
He looked up, meeting her green eyes unflinchingly. “Thank you,” he said solemnly.
“You’re welcome,” she said.
They paused awkwardly.
Then suddenly she was in his arms, her head pressed against his chest as he held her tight to him. He inhaled, the faint scent of her hair reaching his nostrils. He couldn’t identify what it was, and frankly, he didn’t try—women’s shampoos were too complicated for him these days. But whatever it was, it was delightful to his senses.
“You really held your cool tonight,” he said, stepping back a moment later, though his hands were still on her shoulders. He couldn’t be intimate with Justin there, but that didn’t mean he wanted to let go of her either.
“Thank you,” she said, looking appreciative, and not embarrassed, of his compliment.
“Most people would have cracked, or perhaps even broken down. But not you. You kept it together. Are you sure you aren’t part shifter?” he teased.
She smiled. “I don’t think so, but if I am, my parents never got the chance to tell me otherwise.”
He cursed himself. Idiot. She doesn’t know any more about her past than you do.
The mood had sombered beyond his repair, but Jared was saved by the ding from his laptop.
“Sorry,” he said apologetically, moving past her and to the desk where the computer sat.
To his surprise, Nadia didn’t stay with Justin. Instead, she came and leaned against him, her arm hooked around his neck, digging her fingers into his far shoulder as she used him to keep her upright.
He almost put an arm around her waist and brought her in close out of habit, but he stopped himself. Now was not the time to be giving in to any physical urges he had with this woman. There were more pressing things that needed his attention.
Inside his mind his bear growled at him, letting him know how unhappy it was with that decision.
What is it with you and her?
He sent the question in as simple of terms as he could. The communication between a shifter and its animal was a delicate thing, to say the least. Emotional response was really all they had, so he tried to phrase the question with an image of Nadia and the feeling of curiosity.
Immediately his mind was flooded with images of him and her in various life situations together, vivid images that slapped him mentally as they scrolled by at breakneck speed.
Then, just as quickly, it was all gone, and his bear gave him what felt like a very distinct sniff of disdain, and then quieted itself.
Oh.
OH.
The laptop dinged again, bringing him back to reality.
“Who is it?” she asked, and he forced himself not to jump.
“It’s…” he trailed off as he focused on the screen, reading the messages.
“It’s everyone,” he said, sitting back in surprise. “Everyone else is reporting in safe now.”
His fingers raced across the keyboard as he let everyone know that Justin was safe, using his call sign of Charlie, instead of his real name.
“Who’s Charlie? And Bravo? What are the Howlers?” Nadia asked, reading over his shoulder.
“My team,” he said. “Those are code words so that outsiders won’t know who we’re referring to.”
“Oh, so that’s Charlie then?” she asked, pointing at Justin.
He nodded.
“Do I get to learn his real name?”
Once you tell me everything, and I decide if my bear is right to trust you, or if you’re playing us both.
“Justin,” the weak croak came from the couch. “My name is Justin. Right?”
The confusion at the end of the sentence, indicating just how out of it he was, angered Jared to the core. It made his heart ache for his friend as well, though he knew he would be okay.
I hope.
“Shhh,” Nadia said, moving back to his side as Jared watched, bringing the water cup to his lips and letting a few more drops slide in.
Justin nodded roughly and pushed the hand away gently before falling back into sleep.
Nadia stood up after a moment and looked over at him. He looked right back.
“So what do we do now?” she asked.
He wondered if she noticed the slight hiccup in her voice when she said “we,” as if she had meant to say “you” and the word had just sort of slipped out in place of it. Either way, he didn’t comment on it.
“Track down the remaining Extremis teams. Eliminate them. Then we go after J.”
Nadia frowned. “After who?”
“Mr. J,” he explained. “The leader of the Agency as far as we can tell. A very, very dangerous person. We’ve only encountered him a few times, but he’s not human himself, though we aren’t sure what he is. But until he’s dealt with, this won’t be over.”
Nadia sat in the chair and looked thoughtful. “Can you beat him?” she asked.
Jared shrugged. “I don’t know. We’ve never really had a clear shot at him. He’s either surprised us, or had enough men around to delay us before we could get to him.”
She nodded, then fought back a yawn.
He glanced at the time.
“Let’s get some sleep,” he suggested. “You take the bed, I’ll take the floor.”
“Ridiculous,” she said, stretching her arms out above her head in a way that forced her back to arch, emphasizing her chest to him as the material of her T-shirt stretched tight across her breasts.
Focus, dammit. You’re about to go to bed, you can make it!
The thing was, he didn’t want to make it. He wanted Nadia to invite him into the bed, so that he could share it with her. Except if she did, he would have to refuse right now, which might give her the wrong impression. Which he definitely did not want to do. He wanted her to know that he was interested in the idea of joining her. Except, he didn’t want to act on it, but he did want her to know he would, if the circumstances were different. It was just that he wouldn’t tonight.
My head hurts just thinking about this.
“Night,” he said, walking over to the switch on the wall and killing the lights before she could argue some more about who was sleeping where. He took one last look at Justin, but the big shifter was still passed out cold on the couch.
Nadia gave him one last, lingering look as she climbed into bed, but she didn’t say anything more to him.
Jared swallowed hard, and lay back on the pillow he had snatched from the far end of the couch Justin occupied. He hoped sleep came quickly to him, so that in the morning he could try and sort everything out, both in regard to what the Underground would do next, and with him and Nadia.
Maybe after knowing her for a full twenty-four hours, I can make a rational decision.
Maybe.
Chapter Eight
Nadia
“Be safe,” Jared said.
“You as well. I’ll make sure you’re notified as soon as I’m there.”
She watched as the pair, practically brothers in all but blood, embraced. Then the
smaller one disappeared up the flight of steps. His departure was accompanied by the sound of a metal door opening, and then being closed.
It was the following evening, and night had just fallen outside. Or so her watch told her. None of them had been outside until just now when Justin, fully recovered from his capture, headed out into the night. He was on his way to rendezvous with his mate Shay, who had been worried sick about him.
Jared stayed frozen, his back turned to her for several long moments as he looked up the stairs where his friend had disappeared. During the day she had been able to see just how close Jared and his team were. To call them brothers would not be a stretch by any means. He hadn’t told her much about his one-man assault on the Agency house, but he had come back with cuts, bruises, and though he tried to hide it, what she had thought was a broken rib or two as well. He seemed healed well enough now, but the night before he had been in some pain.
Yet, outwardly at least, the big shifter had never once hesitated. From the moment he had learned his brother was in danger, he had been on a mission to rescue him any way that he could. The drive and determination—the bond that he clearly shared with them—had shone through and stayed bright the next day when they had woken up to find Justin already awake and moving about the little safe house. Nadia doubted she would forget the look of happiness that crossed Jared’s face then. He had tamped it down immediately, but she had seen the way he lit up.
Now as he turned away from the stairs at last, she saw that he was worried again. It was etched slightly into his face in the way his features were kept tighter than before. Although it was night, and Justin was capable of taking care of himself, Jared wouldn’t rest easy until he had received word that the shifter had met up with his mate.
An immense wave of guilt and sadness crashed over Nadia. They shouldn’t have to be going through this. If only things had turned out differently, then they might still be together at their base, working to bring down the Agency. She now knew just how evil of an entity they were. Killing shifters and using their blood to give humans special powers? It was practically the definition of genocide.
And you helped them along.
She grimaced internally. It hadn’t been her intent! Nadia had had no idea what was going on. It wasn’t until she met Jared and talked to him that she realized the truth behind things, having had her eyes opened in many ways.
That doesn’t mean you can absolve yourself of what you did.
Nadia knew she would have to come clean eventually. Now wasn’t the time for that, however, as it would prove too distracting to Jared. He needed to focus on his team and the immediate problems. Which is why she had volunteered to help, to do what she could to make things easier for him. It was the least she could do.
The big man now looked at her intently, the icy-blue orbs in his face focused on her. She wondered if he could read her mind too. He didn’t say anything, but his gaze moved on after a moment, and she felt the distance between them. A distance that would never go away until she told him everything. It pained her to know that she was holding back from him. There had been times that the emotions and urges had overwhelmed both of them, forcing them into closer proximity and contact than either would necessarily have let happen on their own. But they would never be free to express themselves completely until the current issue was dealt with.
She sighed softly and moved to the couch, leaning back into it, her head arching over the top. Her eyes closed as she took a slow, deep breath in and held it for a few heartbeats before exhaling just as slowly. Some of the tension seemed to flow out with the air, leaving her feeling a little relieved.
The couch shifted and her eyes flickered open, glancing to her right as Jared settled down next to her.
Neither spoke. They simply stayed in place, letting their body language do the talking. Jared was saying he knew she wasn’t telling him everything. Nadia tried to reciprocate by saying she was sorry. She adjusted herself, ending up several inches closer to him. Her head turned, still resting on the back of the couch until she was looking up at him.
His head remained facing straight. She could feel heat pouring off of him though, waves of intense warmth crashing over her like the ocean surf in a storm. Her skin began to tingle from it, even though he wasn’t actually touching her. The sensation spread from her arm closest to him, to all her extremities, and then it focused in her core, warming her own body to match. She felt her nipples harden involuntarily under her clothing, until the slightest shift of her chest as she breathed rubbed them against the material, sending little pulses of pleasure through her.
The air suddenly seemed thick and hot, making it hard to breathe. Without thinking, she reached out to Jared to ask him to turn the temperature down, thinking the air conditioning must be broken or something. But her hand instead settled seductively across his upper thigh, dangerously close to the bulge between his legs. The way he sat had pulled his jeans tight, showing her the vaguest outline of his cock.
Was it her imagination, or was he getting—
Jared swallowed hard and rose from the couch, her hand falling harmlessly from his leg onto the cushion.
She could see every muscle in his body flexed taut, creating a divine vision of sexual definition in front of her. Her legs squeezed together as heat blossomed between them for just a moment, until Jared spoke.
“I’m going to make some food; are you hungry?”
His voice was tense and he had forced the words out through clenched teeth. Clearly he was feeling some of what she was. It wasn’t just her imagination. The big man was plagued by a thousand more worries than she was though, making it easier for him to keep his composure and do what needed to be done.
Not what she wanted.
No, it’s not what you want. But do you really deserve it either? Besides, this man’s family, or the closest thing he has to one, is out there in constant danger. Can you blame him for not wanting to go for a romp with you?
Cold stark reality flooded back into her, quenching the heat and fire within her with a soft hiss as she exhaled deeply once more, returning to reality as logic and reason overwhelmed hormones.
“Yes,” she said, then blinked at how hoarse her voice was. She cleared her throat. “Yes please, that would be amazing,” she repeated in a stronger voice.
If he could cast off his desires, she could too. Nadia would prove that she was strong enough.
But are you trying to prove that to him…or yourself?
The question rattled around her brain unanswered as Jared began to open some cans to try and create a meal. If it was anything like the fare they’d been having the past two days, she didn’t expect much. But it was edible. Normally.
“So everyone is accounted for now?” she asked, trying to restart conversation.
“Yes. Everyone is either in a safe house, or already well on their way to Genesis Valley.”
“I’ve heard that term before,” she said. “What is it? Can we go there?”
Jared shook his head heavily. “No, we cannot go there. Not yet. Too many people would get hurt if we left King City with the Agency still at large. I cannot, I will not, be the person that allows that to happen. We have to stay, to fight.” He looked over at her. “That is who we are.”
She looked at him for a long moment before responding. “You are a good man, Jared.”
The words seemed to hit him like a sledgehammer. The big, powerful, and extremely dangerous shifter dropped his gaze, unable to continue looking at her. She saw his shoulders slump slightly as he hunched over the counter.
“No,” he whispered. “No, I am not.”
“How can you say that?” she asked in confusion. “I heard the passion, the feeling, and conviction in your voice just then. That was spoken by a good person.” Her voice was firm, unyielding, but it didn’t seem to have an effect.
He looked up at her then, and the pain in his eyes broke her heart. “So many,” he said softly.
“So many what?”
Nadia watched a deep, shuddering breath move through him.
“Dead,” he said at last in a dull voice. “So many dead, because of me.”
She frowned. “Jared, the men you fight, they aren’t robots. They know what they’re doing, and they have made that choice. You cannot hold yourself responsible for that. To do so would be a slap in the face to everyone who stands against them.”
He shook his head violently. “No,” he told her, his voice a little stronger. “Not them. I would prefer not to have to kill them, but I will not hesitate if they threaten me, my family, or any other innocent bystanders.” His eyes bore into hers, hard as steel and with a fiery intensity that caused her to take a half-step back. “I will fight them and if need be kill them until there is no more fight in my body. Until my lungs no longer rise and fall and until my heart beats its last beat. You have my promise on that.”
She stared at him, seeing for the first time the trained, deadly soldier who went into a house full of enemies who wanted to kill him, and left behind a broken wreck full of bodies. Who would snap a man’s neck just to ensure she could get away safely. She was scared, not for herself, but for those who tried to stand in his way.
Then all of a sudden it was gone. The fire, the power, the quiet but deadly confidence that he would break anything and anyone who tried to stop him from doing the right thing.
“Do you know how many Agents my team and I have killed since we arrived in King City?” he asked her in a haunting voice.
“Of course not,” she said.
“Seventy-eight,” he said softly.
“So that is seventy-eight evil men who can no longer hurt others,” she said sternly. “That is a good thing, as much as I do not like to speak well of the death of others. Their lives were forfeit the moment they started to prey on those weaker than them. To attack those you try to protect.”
Then it hit her. Her words made her realize something.
“Oh my God,” she said, her eyes going wide as tears sprang into them.
“Yes,” he said heavily. “Seventy-eight Agents dead. Each one created with the death of a shifter.” Jared bowed his head. “Seventy-eight shifters I was unable to save.”
