Playing With Fire (tales of an extra ordinary girl)

by Gena Showalter

  Rome reached for the note, but suddenly stilled. One corner of his mouth lifted, as if to say are you kidding me? Then he shook his head, muttered, “God save me,” and grabbed the paper. He shifted the body over his shoulder as he read it. His expression became grim.

  “You wanna put him down?” I asked.

  “That bastard knew what he was going to do to you, and he did it anyway,” he said, ignoring me.

  “What do you think he left me in the office?”

  “I don’t know, but we will find out.”

  His voice was so ominous, I shuddered.

  “What if someone called for backup?” I asked, only then thinking of the possibility.

  “That’s a chance I’m willing to take, rather than drag this guy with us.” He rubbed a hand over his eyes. “Stand watch at the back and have Tanner guard the front. We’ll do this quickly and get the hell out.”

  “Tanner,” I called.

  The kid trudged down the steps. “There’s nothing else, just like I feared,” he said, throwing his arms in the air. “No papers, no diary. Nothing. Hey, did you guys decide to stop arguing?”

  “Yes,” Rome said at the same time I said, “For the moment.”

  I opened my mouth to give Tanner his new orders, but his eyes lit on the unconscious man, and he clapped excitedly. “Is he breathing? Awesome. We get to question him, don’t we? We’ll torture some answers out of him for sure.”

  “I need you at the front, since you’re our expert marksman,” Rome said, hefting the body into the living room. “Stop anyone from entering.”

  Tanner’s grin widened. “Did you see me take down that guy? Did you know I took him down in one shot? Just one shot?”

  “You did real good,” Rome praised. “If I hadn’t been immobilized, I would have told you sooner,” he added darkly. “Belle, right a chair for me.”

  As Tanner strode to the front door, I grabbed an overturned chair from the kitchen and dragged it to the center of the living room. Rome plopped the man in it and strapped him down with strips from his torn clothes.

  “Should I turn on the lights now?” I asked.

  “No. I don’t want anyone outside to be able to see in or to know there’s activity in here.”

  “The neighbor is awake. He was surprised by the snow.”

  “Did he seem suspicious?”

  “Not at all. He just thought I was one of Dr. Roberts’s regular hookers, and that the two of us were having one hell of a party.”

  Rome pinched the bridge of his nose. “Just… ” he waved a hand through the air “… get me a glass of water. Please,” he added after a moment’s hesitation. “And hurry.”

  Okay, so I was no longer Wonder Girl. I was Errand Girl. That was fine. I didn’t want to torture the guy, anyway. “You don’t want me to put poison in it, do you?”

  “Just water. Cold water.”

  “Why not just have Belle conjure some raindrops?” Tanner wondered aloud from his post at the door.

  “We don’t want to emotionally exhaust her,” Rome said. “We should only use her powers when absolutely necessary.”

  Amen to that. I quickly found a glass in one of the kitchen cabinets, filled it at the sink and rushed back to Rome. “Here.”

  He tossed the contents in the man’s face. Sputtering, our victim began to stir, blinking open his eyes. Rome and I leaned toward him expectantly. Seeing us hover around him must have shocked and frightened him, because he belted out a little-girl scream.

  I winced. Rome grabbed a pillow to stuff over his face, and Tanner ran into the room and slapped him. “You should be ashamed of yourself!”

  “Don’t hurt me,” the man cried. “Please don’t hurt me.”

  “I locked the front door,” Tanner told Rome. “Can I stay?”

  Rome rolled his eyes. “Why not. Why stick to plan now?”

  “I’ll tell you anything you want to know,” the terrified guy said.

  I’d never been to a torturing session before. I’d seen several on TV, of course, so I had kind of expected resistance. Maybe threats, maybe cussing. Instead our guy blubbered like a baby. “Is he faking?” I asked, confused.

  “No,” Tanner said with disgust. “He really is this much of a pussy. No offense,” he added wickedly, looking at Rome. Then, exasperated, he threw up his hands. “How are we going to work in these conditions?”

  Rome looked like he wanted to flip Tanner off, but instead crossed his arms over his chest. “What are you doing here?” he asked our victim.

  “Waiting for Dr. Roberts,” was the hasty reply.

  Rome gave Tanner a pointed look.

  “What?” Tanner said.

  “Is he telling the truth?”

  “How the hell should-oh, wait.” Tanner hopped to the man-who screamed again-and placed a hand on his shoulder. He closed his eyes. “Yes. Truth.” His lips stretched into a full grin. “This is so cool. I’m a human lie detector, just like Lexis said. I mean, once I opened the gate to my superpowers-”

  “You’re an empath, not the Hulk,” I said. Jeez. “And we need to get on with this.” I admit, I was nervous and wanted to leave ASAP.

  Tanner splayed his arms, an action that said, Look at me and look your fill. “Don’t pretend you don’t like the Tanner flavor. Like I was saying, once I opened the gates to my powers, it’s been a constant stream of emotions and new abilities. The guy spoke and I could totally feel his fear recede.”

  “Good,” Rome said. “Now, if you two don’t mind, I’d like to resume my questioning. That is why we’re here.” He frowned at each of us before turning his attention back to the man. “Does Vincent know where Dr. Roberts is now?”

  “No, no. I swear he doesn’t.”

  Tanner nodded. “Truth.”

  Finally taking up my post, I walked to the nearest curtained window. I sank to the floor and crossed my legs, propping my elbows on my knees. There was a slight crack in the brown material, and I was able to see outside. The men had the interrogation under control, and we needed a lookout. Thankfully, everything appeared calm.

  “What are Vincent’s plans for Belle?”

  “He-he wants to test her. See what she can do, then use her in the field.”

  “Truth.”

  “Does he have an antidote for her?” Rome asked.

  “No.”

  “Truth.” Tanner glanced at me. “Sorry, Belle.”

  Was I sorry? Part of me was, I think. Part of me… wasn’t.

  Rome pushed out a frustrated breath. “Let’s try this from a different angle. Does Vincent have any leads on the doctor’s whereabouts?”

  The man shook his head, his dark hair slapping his forehead. “Dr. Roberts tried to break into Vincent’s lab yesterday, but he was spotted before he got inside. He was chased, but managed to escape again.”

  “Truth.”

  “Now we’re getting somewhere.” Rome planted his hands on the chair arms and leaned down. “Why did Dr. Roberts want back inside the lab?”

  I suspected the answer was that he’d been leaving me that “present” he mentioned in his note.

  Inching backward, the man babbled, “I don’t know. No one knew.”

  “Lie,” Tanner said triumphantly.

  “Do I really need to torture you?” Rome asked quietly, leaving no doubt he would do whatever was necessary. “The animal inside me-allow me to introduce you to him.” For a split second, Rome ’s mouth and chin stretched forward, his teeth gleaming long, sharp and menacing. “The animal inside me is hungry. Very, very hungry.”

  The guy squealed. “We think he left a written copy of the formula in his office,” he babbled. “But we haven’t been able to find it.”

  “Truth.”

  The formula-that’s what he was giving me! What better present, in his mind, than the one thing that could possibly make me, well, me again?

  Rome ran his tongue over his teeth. “How many men does Vincent have chasing Belle?”

  “I don’t know th
e exact number, I swear, I just know he wants her. Bad. Every day he sends more men searching. If he studies her blood, he can make more like her and his agents can begin killing off everyone who opposes him. He’ll run the most powerful para-agency in the world. He’ll decide which countries win wars. He’ll decide who to help, who to destroy. Please, just let me go. I want to go home.”

  “Truth,” Tanner taunted. “He just wants to run home to Mommy.”

  The man risked a glare in Tanner’s direction, but cringed again when Rome snarled. “He’ll never stop searching,” the man added pitifully. “Like you, he’ll do whatever it takes.”

  Great. What a fan-freaking-tastic thing to hear. My shoulders slumped. “Has Vincent given the formula to anyone else?” I asked. “Who survived,” I added, remembering Rome had once told me others had died.

  The man shook his head. “You’re the only one,” he said. “That makes you all the more valuable to him.”

  “Truth.”

  I rested my head against the wall and stared out the window, groaning inwardly. Thanks to the doctor’s note, I now knew I’d survived ingesting the formula because he had finally perfected it, not because I was some sort of mutant freak with unusual blood. Would Vincent believe that, though? Probably not. That man was all about experiments. “I wouldn’t work for him even if he captured me.”

  “If he caught you, you’d work for him,” Rome said, his tone bleak. “He’d make sure of it, even if he had to destroy everything you love.”

  My dad, I thought, panicking.

  Lexis is with him, I reminded myself, and calmed. He’s protected.

  “What about the formula’s ingredients?” Rome asked. “Do you know them?”

  “Roberts deleted the files,” the man answered, “destroyed the paperwork and fled. There’s no way we can duplicate the formula. Not without the written recipe. Or Belle. The hope is that the molecules in her blood will spell out exactly what she was given.”

  “Truth.”

  Rome straightened. He stood there for a moment, saying nothing, doing nothing, his expression raw, harsh.

  “I cooperated.” Tears streamed down the man’s cheeks. “You’re going to let me go, right? You’re not going to hurt me? I won’t tell Vincent what we talked about. I swear I won’t.”

  Tanner didn’t say anything, but he gave Rome a pointed stare. What was going on between them? Moving faster than the blink of an eye, Rome slammed his fist into the crybaby’s face. Instantly his wailing stopped, and he sank into unconsciousness.

  “What’d you do that for?” I asked, standing. “He was right. He cooperated.”

  “He would have killed you if he had the chance,” Rome said. His voice was low and raspy, and dripped with quiet rage. “He’s lucky I don’t cut him up.”

  “Truth.”

  Rome shook his head. “Enough, Tanner.”

  “Yeah,” I said. “You better not do that truth-lie thing to me. Ever. Or I’ll hurt you.”

  He grinned. “Truth,” he said, and I showed him my fist.

  “Let’s go.” Rome picked up his bag and slung it over his shoulder. “We’ve got some planning to do.”

  “Wait.” My eyes narrowed on the man. Rome was right. The guy would have hurt us if he’d been able. Might still one day hurt us if he had the chance. No one threatened my men and left unscathed.

  I drew on my darker, colder emotions, let fear swamp me until my fingers went numb, until a mixture of dirt and ice formed. Just as I had that day in Lexis’s apartment, I threw the ball. The moment it hit him, a frozen dirt box encased him. It would melt (I think), but not for a long while (I hoped).

  I rubbed my hands together. “Now we can go.”

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  THE ENTIRE DRIVE BACK to the cabin, Tanner expounded on and on about how wonderful he’d been, how cool he was, how the girls would be all over him now. I loved that he was so proud of himself. He had done a good job (except for shooting blind, the dumb-ass). But I couldn’t stop thinking about the note we’d found-and that I might not want to find the formula.

  I sighed. What was wrong with me?

  “-so, like, awesome,” Tanner said, again cutting into my thoughts. “The only thing that would have been cooler was if it had been recorded. Think about it. I could break out the DVD on every date, and I guarantee any lady would become desperate to ride the Tanner Express.”

  Rome reached out and jacked up the volume on the radio. While Gwen Stefani rocked from the speakers, he linked our hands. His warmth and strength and calluses soothed me.

  I glanced over at him. He kept his eyes on the road, so I was able to study his profile. He was as savage from the side as he was from the front, with a sharp nose, harsh cheekbones and a hard chin. Cut from glass, chiseled from steel, that was Rome.

  He looked as likely to kill people as to speak to them, yet right now he was gently tracing his thumb over the peaks and valleys of my palm. So contradictory, so mysterious. I wanted to crawl inside his brain and learn everything about him. I wanted to know his thoughts, his feelings.

  I sounded like a freaking girl, didn’t I? But I couldn’t help it. He fascinated me.

  He was destined to love someone with his whole heart, Lexis had said. More than ever, I wanted that someone to be me. Imagine all that fierce maleness directed totally at you. Oh, just the thought made me shiver. He would be a demanding lover, exacting. He would expect utter faithfulness and wouldn’t tolerate anything less.

  And he would give the same in return.

  Heady knowledge indeed. And yet, if I gave him my heart, gave him everything I had to give, and I wasn’t the woman for him, I would be destroyed. Like Lexis, would I have the strength to give him up rather than keep him bound to me, knowing he lusted for another?

  My fingers tightened around his hand as I tried to hold him closer, lest he float away from me. I had probably caused Rome more physical pain, not to mention worldly disasters, than anyone he’d ever met. Why be with a girl like me when he could have someone like Lexis? Someone gorgeous, intelligent, wealthy. Someone who could hold a job for more than a few months. Okay, days.

  I felt my already raw emotions attempting to create some type of physical reaction-rain, snow, a little of everything. Yet I’d been pushed to the brink today, and nothing happened. I breathed a sigh of relief. I didn’t want Rome to know how I was feeling. Not when I didn’t know how I was feeling.

  Rome used his free hand to turn down the music. Blessed silence; Tanner had stopped talking. I peeked over my shoulder, only to see the kid asleep in the backseat. His head lolled to the side. Rays of moonlight streamed over him, and those long eyelashes cast shadows on his cheeks.

  “You okay?” Rome asked me.

  To ask or not to ask the dreaded where-are-we? question men hated so much… I mean, we hadn’t even slept together yet. “I-we-I’m just nervous about my dad,” I finished lamely. I didn’t want Rome running away from me in terror. I didn’t want him afraid to take our relationship to the next level because I expected more from him than he could give.

  He squeezed my hand. “Give Lexis a call, then. She has a cell, and it’s a secure line.” He released me, picked up his cell phone, dialed, then handed it to me.

  Lexis answered the moment I placed the phone to my ear. My dad was doing well and was sleeping, she assured me. No one had tried to hurt him. Nothing serious had happened, and she didn’t foresee anything bad happening, either. Also, my dad wouldn’t stop flirting with her, the rogue. I released a pent-up breath, relief washing through me.

  “How’s Rome?” she asked me, her voice quiet, hesitant.

  I forced my gaze to remain straight ahead. “Good.”

  She paused. “Take good care of him.”

  “I will.”

  We hung up, and I placed the phone on the dash.

  “Your dad is doing well, I take it,” Rome said.

  I nodded, my lips pressed together. “Flirting, as always.”

  He flicke
d me a proud glance. “You did good today.”

  “Aside from knocking you on your ass?” I said drily.

  He gave a tiny but genuine grin. “Yeah. Aside from that. You got us over the gate twice. You created the storm that got us inside the house undetected. And you didn’t burn anything down.”

  “Sweet progress,” I replied with an answering grin. “So we’re going to break into the laboratory tomorrow?”

  He nodded. “It will be more difficult than tonight. Way more difficult, actually. There will be security everywhere. Lexis once told me the building has heat sensors, weight-sensitive flooring, motion detectors and eye scanners.”

  “Getting in sounds impossible. Not to mention dangerous.”

  “Nah,” he said. “It sounds fun.”

  I rolled my eyes, but I was chuckling inside. What a macho-guy thing to say. What a Rome thing to say. “I bet there will be guards. Armed to kill.”

  “You’d win that bet.”

  My heart stopped at the ease with which he spoke of facing trigger-happy killers. “How are we going to get in? Tanner and I are-and I shouldn’t have to remind you of this-amateurs. We’re more likely to get you caught than give any real aid.”

  “You know that’s not true. Did I or did I not just thank you for how wonderful you were tonight? You kicked major ass.”

  “You could have done it without me,” I grumbled.

  “Truth,” he said, mimicking Tanner.

  I snorted. “You’re funny. Not.” Would it have killed him to say, No, my sweet beauty. I would have failed had you not been there to save me? Was that really asking too much?

  “This next job, though… ” His voice trailed off and he sighed. “I need you, Belle. I really won’t be able to do it alone.”

  That admission startled me. Could he have said it to pacify me? Yes. Had he? I don’t think so. That wasn’t Rome ’s style. He always said what he meant, and never diluted the truth. No matter how much it would hurt. He needed me and he wasn’t afraid to admit it. Lord, I really liked this man. More than liked him. I admired him, trusted him, desired him.

  “You don’t have to break into the lab, you know,” I said. “You don’t have to put yourself in danger when you’ll get nothing in return.”