by Angela White
Adrian studied the newest addition to his ever-growing goodie bag of power. Where did this one belong?
Jennifer’s eyes went straight to Kyle.
Adrian shook his head, quickly developing an edge of respect for this young girl. “You need a goal. You don’t need a handler.”
“No, I don’t, but...” Jennifer sighed. Why hold back now? “I do better if I have one.”
Kyle stiffened, again fighting to remain silent, and Adrian decided Neil was completely wrong. The mobster hadn’t been blindsided at all. Kyle knew what he’d found, what kind of love they might share if he had the strength to fight for her.
“Why him?” Adrian asked.
Jennifer flinched, but didn’t give an evasion. He wants me.
“Many men will want you.”
Kyle stiffened.
“Not the way he does,” Jennifer answered slowly, thrilled to be communicating this way in front of Kyle. He didn’t seem to be confused or angry at all. He wants my babies, too.
Ah. Adrian understood that choice, approved it even, but that didn’t stop his usual words to all the battered females who came to his refugee camp.
“I’ll keep him away from you.”
Kyle’s hands clenched, but Jennifer actually blanched, and Adrian entered those young halls only as far as he had to. He had to be positive she wanted this. The future depended on it, and he listened closely to her thoughts.
...be alone here. No Kyle to keep me from going crazy while I wait for the birth. No Kyle to hold me while I cry or make me laugh to start the day. No Kyle to help me raise Cesar’s children, to help me make them good!
Panic was beating in her head, and Adrian withdrew, satisfied.
“So long as you want it, Kyle will be your settling partner during the day. In the evenings, it will be one of the females.”
Jennifer smiled in relief, looking directly at Adrian for the first time. “Thank you.”
Both men tensed, instantly lured by her happiness.
Adrian had no trouble pushing it away, but he was aware of Kyle having to fight even her unconscious draw.
“Are you sure you can do this?”
Adrian’s tone said that if Kyle snapped, he would face the same punishment that he’d dealt to so many as Safe Haven’s top Eagle.
“She has a gun. She’s not to be without it.”
Adrian understood that was more for defense against the men in camp. Jennifer hadn’t told Kyle that she could control the strength of the draw...
Adrian raised a brow. “Can you?”
Embarrassed, Jennifer slowly shook her head. “Not always. I try, but it...”
“Gets hungry,” Adrian filled in when she paused.
Jennifer’s eyes blazed for a moment of searing heat and desperate longing. “Starved.”
Adrian felt that protective need finally hit and gave her a comforting smile. “Dream-walk. They won’t know.”
Kyle, who’d had Angela’s witch in his dreams on more than a few nights, growled. At Adrian.
Adrian’s demeanor turned curt. “Should I separate you now?”
Kyle backed down, loathing the idea of her taking energy from any man but him. Where had this side of him come from?
Jennifer’s head dropped again, and she slowly slid back against Kyle’s arm. Why was she made this way? She didn’t want men to notice her. Maybe if I never smile again…
Picking up the thought, Adrian effectively manipulated things. “You have one of my highest men, pulling him away. His own team already views you as a threat. Find something useful to do for me, soon. Without that, the camp will get ugly.”
“And if we can’t find her something they’ll accept?” Kyle demanded.
Adrian responded to the challenge with the truth. “They’ll hate her. I’ll have to send her out of here, or she’ll be hurt. We won’t tolerate one of us hurting the dream.”
Meaning the other gifted people here would run her out, not the camp. Against that, she didn’t stand a chance.
“I’ll leave now,” Jennifer stated fearfully.
Adrian was still looking at Kyle. “You’re going, too, right?”
“Yes.”
“No, I’ll go alone!”
“I’ll track her.”
“Are you claiming her, Kyle?”
“No!”
“No.”
Adrian studied them, picking up the fear and the attraction. “This could go bad. You’ve considered it?”
Kyle was tortured. “If I’m already damned…”
Adrian grunted, allowing his disgusted side to show. “Stay close to her as long as she says okay, but hear me, Eagle. The second she says no, you’d better back right up!”
Adrian left the tent with a stunned silence in his wake.
Jennifer sank to her knees. Unlike Kyle, Safe Haven’s leader scared the hell out of her. “I’m bad news. You should stay away from me.”
Kyle tensed. “Is that the official request? ‘Cause once you make it, Jen, I’m gone.”
“Why don’t you have a woman here?”
Kyle’s mouth dropped open, stunned by the quick topic-change. “What?”
Jennifer flushed. “You don’t, do you?”
“How do you know?”
Jennifer peered up at him. “I read people–men–very well.”
“What?”
She quickly lowered her eyes. “If you had a woman here, you might have raped me, and then let me die.”
Kyle wasn’t sure what to say. What could he? She was almost certainly right. He’d never felt anything this strong.
“Why haven’t you picked a woman here?”
“Why does it matter?” he evaded.
Jennifer looked at him curiously. “I’m not sure. I just know that it does.”
Despite being uncomfortable, Kyle refused to deny her anything, even information. “I feel nothing for them beyond lust. I never have. You’ve woken something else.”
“What?”
My humanity, Kyle thought, but he wouldn’t share something so dooming with someone that he needed to keep a slight advantage over. She couldn’t understand how dark his soul really was until she had the desire to fill it with her light.
“I’m not sure,” he said finally, open fascination bleeding into his tone. “I only know that I’ve never had it, and there isn’t anything I wouldn’t sacrifice to make you willing.”
Jennifer blushed, feeling very female as her breasts tingled. Being pregnant had its own side effects, but the heat in Kyle’s gaze had her body stirring against her will. She’d been Cesar’s main Puta. There was little left for Jennifer to understand about sex, and that included desire and her reactions to it. She’d never felt closer to the evil man than while she was shuddering in his arms, forced to enjoy his touch, his often painful attention. It was terrifying to think of going through that with Kyle.
“I would have already said no to anyone else,” she said, unable to completely refuse what he was begging her for.
Feeling guilty for manipulating, Kyle grinned harshly in the dim light, allowing her to see a bit of the animal he thought of himself as.
Reading it, Jennifer stiffened her chin. She’d been with evil long enough to recognize it, and Kyle wasn’t that. He would never get as ugly with her as Cesar had. As for Kyle’s promise not to force her, she was old enough, had been devastated enough, to understand that fate didn’t usually let people keep rash words. She’d been hurt before and survived. What was a little more pain, if it meant her children would have a good life?
“They can’t find out what I am. The lies we’ll have to tell will keep the rumors growing.”
“Yes,” Kyle agreed, admiring her even more than he already had, but fearing her, too. She now held the power to destroy him.
“You’re not worried about trouble over me?”
“Counting on it,” Kyle stated bravely. “Because everything they’ll say will push us together in defiance. And, in time, you won’t be using
me–you’ll want me around for more than just my protection or the sense of safety that I provide.”
Fear, sharp and thick, welled up in Jennifer’s throat. He knows!
Kyle stayed still, giving her time to read that he wasn’t angry–that he’d counted on her reacting this way. “I know what I signed up for with you...witch.”
Jennifer didn’t say anything. There was a bond between her and this killer with the lonely soul that she wasn’t sure about, but there was no denying the strength. She didn’t want to be away from him.
“I have to go again. I have duty.”
Loneliness settled its familiar claws into her chest, but Jennifer didn’t protest. “I’ll be fine.”
She was looking better, sunken face starting to fill out, skin taking on the healthy glow that came from the development of life. Kyle didn’t think he’d ever seen anything more beautiful. “You can’t hide in here.”
Jennifer shrugged. “I know, but...it’s safer.”
Kyle’s heart broke, and he stepped closer, stopped at her instant flinch. “Everyone’s busy getting ready to roll out.”
She didn’t answer, and Kyle pushed, “The babies need fresh air.”
“I’ll go,” Jennifer agreed miserably. Another shower would feel good, but the taunts would cover her clean skin in shame.
Kyle hated forcing her to do things that she didn’t want to, but the boss was out of patience and so was everyone else. Kyle left reluctantly, torn between her and his duty over the QZ. He moved through the packing camp with a scowl that discouraged eye contact and absolutely forbade conversation.
2
“Can I have a minute?”
Adrian didn’t pause on his rounds. “Walk along.”
Cynthia fell in, hiding her soreness. She’d been attending classes every day and the workouts were hard.
Always known for looking like a reporter, as well as acting and sounding like one, it drew attention to see Cynthia striding across the camp in calf-high black boots, black jeans, and a rookie Eagle jacket. She wore her gun low on her hip, hair high on her head, and she didn’t hesitate to speak her mind. The camp was used to that last part, but not the words. Hearing Cynthia defending a camp rule, or Adrian, was a shock still flying though Safe Haven.
“I need to say something.”
On his way to the kids’ area to help carry and direct, Adrian moved them away from the passing members who were busy loading their vehicles. He knew what came now. “Go on.”
“I was wrong about you.”
“Yes.” Adrian met her eye. “And no.”
Cynthia was startled, unable to speak. She was so used to being on the outside! This feeling! More!
“I didn’t know you were supposed to be one of us, Cyn.” Adrian delivered another revealing wave of light, making sure she was firmly where he needed her. Once the effects had been mapped out, he’d easily found a place for their reporter. “I’m sorry for missing it.”
The last of the bitterness rolled off her shoulders. “I’m on the right side now.”
Adrian grinned, reminded of their hours together. “Side, front, top…”
Cynthia smirked. “I knew I had that part of you pegged right.” She lowered her voice, sweeping the content people around them. “Wonder how many of Safe Haven’s females have fallen for it?”
Adrian’s affectionate gaze lingered here and there, some surprising, some expected.
“Enough to keep me fighting for the future.”
“What about the ones who conceive or become obsessed?” Cynthia asked carefully.
Adrian sent out that magnetic draw, the one that had pushed her over the edge as he whispered his gratitude.
“I love them.”
Cynthia let him go, trying not to hope for it, and failing. Being the mother of Adrian’s child would guarantee a woman priority whenever shit hit the fan. But more than that, it was an eighteen-year bond to the leader that any of the females here would kill for–including herself.
Not Angela, the reporter corrected, sweeping the training area. That Eagle was slowly walking by on her way to direct traffic. Marc on her heels, and their occasional warm look was a confirmation that Adrian’s desire wasn’t going to make any difference. That one had made up her mind, and Cynthia applauded the choice. Adrian might be the more powerful of the two, but Marc would give a woman his all.
Cynthia nodded at Zack as he neared her on his rounds, thinking her mind had never been clearer. Her relationship with Jeremy had been as close as she could get to the Eagles, to Adrian. She hadn’t cared for Jeremy until he’d shown an interest in Samantha. Now, she didn’t want him at all.
Cynthia’s attention swung to the parking area, where Samantha was on duty with Doug. Like her or not, there was no denying that Samantha was worthy of the slot on Angela’s right. The choice she’d made to stay single for the greater good was important.
Angela and Marc, along with several camp members, stopped to view an outdoor training set, and Cynthia studied them with her newer, already more observant Eagles eyes.
Neil and Jeremy were holding their own, alone against the rest of their team as those men tried to get to the laughing hostage in the center–Charlie. It was uplifting to watch, to see the teenager happy, but it was also wonderful because the two men trying to ‘rescue’ him had spent months tearing their team apart.
As the set finished, Jeremy yanked Charlie clear, while Neil use kai to disarm and then disable the last ‘enemy’ standing. Neil and Jeremy were bruised and dirty, layered in side-by-side triumph, and Cynthia could feel the respect for Samantha going up among the Eagles. Sam had sacrificed her needs to make this happen, and the distress it was causing was obvious. The storm tracker’s hair was always slightly wild now, gaze the same, and there was a hardness to her body that said she needed a release.
Cynthia wondered who it would be with. Neil and Jeremy were mostly even, in the reporter’s opinion. Tall, lean, and arrogant, she thought. Wide shoulders dripped sweat into waistbands around lean hips and thick arms.
The camp members clapped and went on about their loading, except for two of the former slaves. Those two stayed, hoping for a chance to talk to any of Neil’s team.
Eagle groupies were following Adrian’s army now, hoping for any details, and the camp men congratulated them in envy that they likely wouldn’t have been able to handle if the situations had been reversed. All survivors were welcome in Safe Haven, but not just anyone could be an Eagle.
The two former slaves, Sheila and Grace, were staring at Neil and Jeremy as if they were gods, and Cynthia hid a grin when the two males walked over to talk to them.
The two women gushed from the first line, showering praise and admiration in amounts meant to send male egos through the clouds and prevent actual thinking.
On duty nearby, Samantha’s face hardened as she noticed her men being fawned over. Instead of a fight, Samantha turned her back to them.
Cynthia nodded her approval.
Sheila and Grace, encouraged by Samantha’s uncaring behavior, moved in for the kill. They invaded personal space openly, trying to stake a claim.
Neil and Jeremy both sent subtle glances in Samantha’s direction.
Disappointment immediately crept in and cut the conversation short. A minute after Samantha turned her back, Grace and Sheila were standing alone and the two males were walking dejectedly into the training tent. They had been trying to draw Samantha’s interest with jealousy, working together on it.
How sweet, Cynthia thought. And extremely naive. Samantha knew she didn’t have anything to be jealous about. Her men would come when she wanted them, even if they were in someone else’s arms when she sent the call.
3
Angela stood stiffly as the camp began to load into their vehicles. She was directing them, if needed. Make work, Angela thought, rolling her eyes. This was their last travel day for the next few, and she was glad. She had big plans for her team. Adrian would camp them outside Wichi
ta (not so close as to be overrun if the city was occupied, of course) and she would hold her first meeting.
“How’s the shoulder?” Zack asked as he walked by on a patrol.
“Sore,” she replied truthfully. “How’s the nose?”
The trucker snorted, stopping. “Still stings when I blow too hard.”
Angela chuckled, but lightly, not about to destroy their friendship by wounding his pride. “Blame Marc. It was one of the first things he taught me.”
Zack didn’t respond. Marc was picking up the slack, and most of the Eagles were okay with it. Zack’s hesitance was only in that it made him continuously re-examine his loyalty to Kenn.
“When are they letting you back in?” he asked.
“Unknown yet,” she replied, slightly angrily.
“Plenty of ants to practice on in the meantime,” Zack tried to soothe.
Angela chuckled as expected. Moving targets were a more effective training tool, and Adrian had his Eagles using the ants to sharpen their knife-throwing skills. So far, she could hold her own while shooting with her left, but throwing was another story. Thanks to her bad aim, a number of ants were only minus a limb instead of their lives.
Zack stubbed out his stale smoke against the truck she was using for cover and a subtle leaning post. “I’ll be around.” Call if you need me.
Zack’s follow-up thought came through clearly, and she nodded, accepting the newest shift in their relationship without an obvious reaction. She scanned the mess as he left. Clear.
Zack was still serving as Kenn’s right hand, but it was obvious that he didn’t want the job anymore–which was bad for Kenn, who finally appeared to be coming around. Kenn was even supporting the females who were now proudly wearing their own rookie jackets.
That was another mark against Kenn, considering the trouble the other men were having with the situation. Women showing up for tryouts was a new thing, but to suddenly have them at every training session, every workout, at every duty post, was a severe disruption. Unlike Angela, who had wanted to win the males over, these rookies didn’t even try, didn’t care. They only wanted one thing–to make XO on the first female team in Adrian’s army.
