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Ghostwalker 02 - Mind Game

Ghostwalker 02 - Mind Game

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    “A person can never have too many weapons.”

    She studied him, the fluid way he moved, his watchful eyes. Everything about him screamed lethal. “You are a weapon.”

    He gave a small, fleeing grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “There you go. It’s called being prepared.”

    She was all too aware of him stripping off his wet clothes and tossing them aside. The man had absolutely no modesty, and her gaze kept straying to him in spite of her resolve.
    His size dwarfed the room, and her. He was tall with wide shoulders and obvious muscles. He turned slightly and she caught sight of the nasty wound on his side, up high, near his heart.

    “You’re hurt.”

    He shrugged. “A few weeks ago. It’s almost healed.” He dragged the first aid kit from his pack.

    The wound didn’t look healed or several weeks old to her. It looked raw and painful.
    “You should have told me.” His black eyes moved over her face. She couldn’t tell what he was thinking but something in his gaze disturbed her.

    “What could you have done about it?”

    “I would have tried harder to keep from passing out.”

    She watched him apply a powder and ointment before he pressed a large pad over the area.

    “Can you do that?”

    She shrugged. “Sometimes. I pushed my limit this time, but maybe with more incentive I could have forced myself to keep going.” Even now her arms and legs ached from the long swim. She rubbed her hands over her biceps. “At least you wouldn’t have had to drag me along with your pack and rifle.”

    “You don’t weigh enough to notice.”

    She turned away from him, back to the warmth of the tablet. She knew she was small.
    Even Jesse teased her about needing to grow. It was a sore subject, but she tried never to show it bothered her.

    “Here’s some face wipes. Instant cleanup and then we can eat.”

    Dahlia turned just as he tossed the small box of wipes to her. She snagged them out of the air and knew immediately he was testing her reflexes. “I’m fine, Nicolas. I passed out from the overload of energy, not because I wasn’t strong enough to continue. It happens a lot. I stay away from situations that can cause it. Really, you don’t have to worry, I’m perfectly fine now. As a matter of fact, because I can utilize most energy, I last longer at physical things than most people.”

    He studied her averted face as he pulled on a much drier pair of jeans. She didn’t look fine. She looked pale and sad. He had no idea how to comfort her. Women weren’t his forte. She was doing a lousy job wiping off the streaks of mud. He took the wipe from her hand and awkwardly did it for her.

    Dahlia’s survival instincts shrieked at her to pull away, but she stood her ground. Nicolas was never awkward, not in any situation she’d seen him in. Yet she could feel how uncomfortable he was and recognized that he was trying to soothe her.

    “Whitney’s dead. He was murdered trying to protect the men in my unit after he experimented on us. After his death, several tapes were found. You were in them, that’s what led us to you. In all the tapes of you learning martial arts you attacked or defended ahead of your partner. You felt the energy coming at you before they moved, didn’t you?” He brushed more mud from her face, his touch so gentle she could barely feel it, yet electricity crackled in the air between them.

    There was admiration in his voice and respect. Dahlia tried not to show it affected her, but her heart did its funny little flip at the unexpected comment. She nodded. “That’s pretty much how it works. Everything gives off energy, including emotion. So when I’m practicing with someone, I can feel the force of the attack before it actually reaches me.
    And I can take that same energy and use it myself.”

    “That’s pretty incredible, even for a GhostWalker. But you aren’t telepathic?”

    “Not strong. I can’t ordinarily initiate, even with Jesse, and he’s a very strong telepath.
    You warned me, didn’t you? I heard your voice warning me off. You must be a very strong telepath as well.” She glanced at him, at the shadows in his eyes. “Why do you call yourselves GhostWalkers?” She didn’t object to the title, in fact, there was something very comforting in knowing others were like her. That she wasn’t entirely alone, but part of a group, even if she didn’t know them.

    “We call ourselves GhostWalkers because we were put in cages and no

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