Drake Sisters 07 - Hidden Currents

approached in his silent way and leaned down to whisper in Stavros’s ear. Stavros immediately patted her hand. “We’l be home soon.
    I have to take this cal .†He dropped a kiss on top of her head as if they had already settled everything and walked away.
    El e took a breath and let it out. She needed to try to stay in character just in case her cover wasn’t blown, but she needed to get word to someone where she was. She couldn’t kid herself. She could easily disappear and Stavros could have a hundred people swearing they saw him drop her off.
    She closed her eyes. She needed to reach her sisters and let them know where she was, but the distance was too great. They were back in the United States and unless the psychic link between them was shattered, they wouldn’t feel her—but . . . There was the worm. Jackson Deveau. His psychic connection to her was strong and if she reached out to him, she might be able to connect and let him know where she was being taken. Did pride count when one’s life might be in danger? Was she real y that stupid?
    Already the boat was moving the short distance to his private island. It wasn’t that far from the mainland. As the yacht approached the island, she could feel a faint buzzing in her head. At first it was annoying, but soon began to swel in volume almost to the point of pain. Pressing her fingers to her temples in an effort to relieve the ache, she caught Stavros watching her. There was a gleam of satisfaction in his eyes, as if he knew of the pressure in her head. She glanced at Sid. Whatever she was feeling, so was he, but he hid it better. He kept walking with Stavros, his face turned away from his boss, but she knew that same pressure was in his head as wel .
    El e took another deep breath and let it out. The island was getting closer and the pressure in her head increasing. It was now or never. She closed her eyes and blocked out everything but Jackson. The way he looked. Remote. Broad shoulders. Scars. Thick chest. Piercing eyes fil ed with shadows.
    Jackson. She whispered his name in her mind. Sent it out into the universe.
    There was a brief moment of silence, as if the world around her held its breath. A dolphin leapt from the sea and somersaulted back under the glassy waves. El e nearly screamed when Stavros jerked her from her seat. She hadn’t even sensed him coming up behind her.
    â€œWhat are you doing?†he bit out, his white teeth snapping together. Fury etched the lines in his face.
    He knew. El e glanced toward his bodyguard. Sid knew, too. They not only had natural barriers but they were sensitive to telepathy. Both of them. She was in way over her head.
    â€œSheena! Answer me.â€
    â€œLet go of me.†El e jerked her body away from him. “I don’t understand why you’re behaving this way.†Even Sheena, as calm and col ected as she was, wouldn’t put up with being manhandled. El e glared at him. “I’ve had enough, Stavros. I want to go home.â€
    She was never going home again . The thought came unbidden, but settled into her churning stomach. Once she set foot on that island, her life as she knew it would be over.
    Elle? Where are you? Stay alive, baby, any way you have to. Stay alive for me. I’ll come to you. I’ll find you. Do whatever you have to do.
    Jackson’s voice was warm, a soft, intimate slide into her mind—into her body. He felt like home. Like comfort. She wanted to fling herself inside him and shelter there. He must have heard—or felt—the despair in her, the fear.
    Stavros caught both of her arms and yanked her against him, giving her a little shake as he brought her up onto her toes. “You wil stop this moment unless you wish Sid to put you to sleep. I know what you are doing.â€
    Elle. Answer me. There was a hard command in Jackson’s voice, almost a compulsion for her to answer. She gasped when Stavros’s fingers tightened hard on her upper arms.
    â€œDon’t!†he warned.
    Had he heard? She doubted it. But he’d felt the energy vibrating and knew she’d received a response.
    Damn it, baby. Just fucking stay alive. Whatever it takes.
    El e glanced at Sid. He held a syringe in his hand. She forced her body to relax, not wanting to go to his island unconscious. “You know about me.†She kept her voice even. Very calm.
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