Ghostwalker 06 - Predatory Game

fromLoganwith a small glare.“There’s nothing wrong with me.”
    “You’ve got a hell of a cut on your face.”
    “My sister was tortured and someone kicked the crap out of my woman. I don’t think a little cut is anything to worry about.”
    “Really? Well, you’re bleeding like a stuck pig. I thought maybe one of them got you with a knife.”
    If Logan was looking for an explanation, he wasn’t going to get one. Jess reached for his chair.
    “Where’s Patsy?”

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    “Saber’s got her safe in the van. She wanted us to take Patsy to the hospital so she could come look after you herself.”
    Jess winced. “Go to hell, Logan.”
    Logan frowned. He’d always teased Jess about being in a wheelchair.Jess had never reacted with anger.
    “You all right?”
    Jess dragged his chair close with one hand and locked the wheels. “Yeah. I’m just pissed that I brought this on my sister.”
    Logan stepped to the door of the basement and peered down. “Holy crap, Jess. You were pissed off.”
    “The bastards got off easy.”
    “Couldn’t you have left one alive so we could interrogate him? The two we got earlier aren’t part of this.
    They were amateurs hired by some bozo as sacrificial lambs, maybe to set you up to see what you could do. But this was professional.”
    “No, I couldn’t leave one of them alive. They tortured my sister. What would you have done?”
    Logan swung his head around, his gaze meeting Jess’s. The easygoing mask slipped to reveal the predator underneath. “If I’d gotten to them first, they would have died hard and mean. They were lucky.”
    There was a moment of silence. Logan turned away as Jess heaved himself back into his chair. Jess wiped at the blood on his face, his hand lingering to hide his expression.Having walked made sitting in the chair all the more difficult, as if it was the first time all over again. His lungs burned for air and he fought down rising panic. He didn’t dare look at Logan. He needed out of there. He needed Saber.
    The back door was still open and he thrust at the wheels hard, propelling his chair out onto the porch. It was light outside, and raining hard. The wind felt good on his face, but the tightness in his chest didn’t go away. He heard the door of the van slam and looked up.
    She came to him out of the rain, water plastering her hair around her face, slicking back the springy curls. Her eyes were enormous, almost purple, her mouth inviting. The sight of her shook him, warmed him, eased the terrible weight in his chest. She had bruises coming up on her face, her cheek was a little swollen, and she walked with a limp, although she was trying to hide it. She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever laid eyes on. Her gaze locked with his and his heart somersaulted at the relief there. The shimmer of tears—for him.
    “You made it.” Her voice was husky, as if she might be choking.
    “Was there any doubt?”
    She stopped in front of him, swallowed hard and shook her head. “No, of course not. But it’s good to see you.” She pressed her palm to the cut on his head. “Since we’re taking Patsy to the hospital, you can get this looked at.”
    He didn’t tell her he was using an experimental drug for an experimental program and he needed his own doctor, he simply caught her hand and pulled her to him so he could taste her wild, exotic flavor and lose himself in the dark excitement of her soft mouth.

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CHAPTER 15
    Saber really didn’t like Dr. Eric Lambert. He and Lily Whitney-Miller had arrived at the house with Captain Ryland Miller in the evening after things had settled down in order to take care of the cut on Jess. She expected to dislike Lily, knowing the woman knew all about her past, yet it was Lambert who set off her initial alarms.
    Unlike Lily, Eric Lambert wasn’t a GhostWalker. He might work with them, but he had no firsthand knowledge of what they suffered, what their lives were like. He studied them, and he patched them up when they went down, but the bottom line was, he experimented on them—just as Peter Whitney did.
    The GhostWalkers were government assets. Resources. Weapons. They thought of Lambert as their friend, but he thought of them as a top secret arsenal. It was next to impossible to watch him interact with Jess and Lily as if they were his friends and