Ghostwalker 04 - Conspiracy Game

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    “Your skin is changing color again, Briony,” Ruben said impatiently. “I told you to watch that around people.”
    “We aren’t people; we’re her family,” Tyrel pointed out. “Leave her alone.”
    Ruben persisted. “Well, how can she do that? Like some lizard or something.”
    Briony sighed, pushing her pounding head into her hand. It felt like someone was hammering nails into her skull, but there was no pointing that out to anyone. The show had to go on—and Briony always, always , came through. It was a matter of pride with her. She was a Jenkins and whatever they did, she could do—and would do.
    “Anyone could walk in here,” Ruben defended.

    “I locked the door,” Seth said. “Snap out of it, Bri. I’m not kidding around with you.
    You’re too old for panic attacks.”
    Briony had had enough. They had ten minutes until they were on, and if her brothers didn’t leave, she wouldn’t be able to pull herself together. “Get out.” She bit the words out between her teeth, glaring at them.
    Her four brothers looked startled. It was the first time she had ever interrupted the ritual.
    They were big men, muscular and well built with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. She had wheat and platinum hair, dark, chocolate brown eyes, and was about five foot two. She looked nothing like them, and certainly didn’t have their adventurous personalities—
    although she wished she did. She never really sassed them, although she considered herself pushed around a bit by them. At once all their faces dropped.
    Ruben crouched down beside her. “I didn’t mean to upset you, Briony. We can work it without you if you can’t make it this time. It won’t be easy, and you know the crowd isn’t going to like it, but if you can’t pull yourself together this time… ”
    Seth sucked in his breath. “Yeah, I could maybe take your spot, honey. Why don’t you try to go to bed? Maybe you’ll feel better in the morning.”
    “We can call for a doctor,” Tyrel offered. “Your doctor has always flown out within an hour of a call.”
    Briony would have laughed if her head wasn’t splitting apart. “I’ve never missed a performance. Just give me a little alone time and I’ll be fine.”
    Jebediah waved the others out of the room and sank down beside her, reaching out a hand to push back her thick mop of blond hair. “We need you, honey, I won’t lie to you, but I’ll call the doc if you think you’re going to need him. We have several performances to do, and if the rebels are really sneaking into the city, the emotions are only going to get worse.”
    It was such a concession for Jebediah to admit that anything would make her condition worse. “I don’t like the doctor.” Briony rubbed her hand over her face. “He stares at me like I’m an insect under a microscope. There’s something not right about him.”
    Jebediah sighed and sank back on his heels. “You’re being paranoid again.”
    “Am I? Why is it the rest of you can go to any doctor you choose, but I have to have a specific doctor, one that flies halfway around the world to treat me?”
    “Because you’re special and Mom and Dad promised. I keep their promises and so should you.”
    “I’m all grown up.” When he didn’t respond, she let her breath out slowly. “I’m serious, Jeb, just give me some space. I can beat this.” She wasn’t certain this time. It was the worst she’d ever been, other than when she was a child, unable to cope with or understand what was happening to her. Feeling desperate, Briony closed her eyes and began to breathe slowly and evenly, looking for that calm, tranquil spot inside of herself.
    She was barely aware of her oldest brother leaving, concentrating instead on putting away the emotions of the people in the city, of the soldiers and their guns and dark deeds, of the hatred and fear battering at her mind. Once she was calm enough, she dealt with the ever-present fear of high places. If there was one person in the world who shouldn’t be doing trapeze or high-wire acts, it was Briony.
    “Let’s do it,” Seth called from outside the door.
    Briony stood, looked in the mirror to make certain there was no blood on her face and that she could manage a high-wattage smile, and then ran out to join her brothers. The audience had swelled to immense proportions. She didn’t look at them, concentrating on the beat of the music. They used a blend of popular African and Cuban music to do their