Ghostwalker 06 - Predatory Game

while his partner turned and ran from the living room to the stairs.
    The soldier in the living room yelled loudly, but it didn’t slow his partner down. The running man’s sole hit the third stair, and the explosion rocked the house. Saber’s body jerked and she turned away from the screen, unable to watch as the body lifted into the air along with half the railing and several stairs, slamming into the ceiling and raining down wood, plaster, and body parts. The second explosion followed closely on the heels of the first as the soldier in the kitchen jerked his foot in automatic reaction.
    Jess whirled around and pulled Saber into his arms, sheltering her as violent energy rushed through the house, walls serving as no barrier, the red-and black-edged waves seeking a target. He wrapped her up, putting his head over hers, holding her to him while the energy washed over them like a tidal wave. She felt stabs of pain, but they passed quickly as Jess absorbed the violence.
    Because her rhythm automatically synced with his, she felt the racing current. Instead of pain, Jess’s body attracted the energy, soaked it up and processed it—and that startled her. She’d never actually thought much about how an anchor worked with that much energy, but it was as if he’d gobbled it up, absorbing it into his system to be used for other purposes. She could understand how he might be an adrenaline junkie. The violent energy infused him with strength, and the need for action.
    “Are you all right?” Jess kissed the top of her head, stroked one hand down her hair, even as his eyes stayed glued to the screen.
    She nodded. The two soldiers entering through the upstairs heard the explosions downstairs and they were sweeping the rooms in a hurried, but much more cautious manner. Two more were entering through the kitchen, and that made her heart jump—they were closest to the exercise room.
    “Doesn’t it upset you that so many people want you dead?” she whispered.
    “No, it just pisses me off. These men work for whoever is betraying our country—and whoever that is ordered them to torture my sister. I’m taking them all to hell, but before they go, they’re going to know they fucked with the wrong family.”
    She felt the resolve in him, the absolute conviction that he was taking his enemies down. The confidence that was beginning to bloom in her increased, spreading and growing. The other GhostWalkers had the Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    same mentality as Jess. They would stand together and fight back. There would be no running, no lying down to allow someone to destroy them no matter what the odds. She wanted that. She wanted to feel that same confidence. Be part of that tight-knit group willing to band together against all odds and believe absolutely that they could win. More than that—she wanted to belong to this man with his fierce pride and courage.
    “Okay.”
    The soldiers upstairs were at the top of the landing looking down into the destruction of the living room.
    One shifted position slightly to get a better look, hands on the railing as he bent over. Instantly a red light blinked on the bottom of the laptop screen.
    “Okay what?” Jess asked.
    She looked up at him, at the strength in his face, at those piercing ice-cold eyes alive with the cunning of a true predator.
    “I’ll marry you.”
    His gaze slid over her upturned face, and a slow smile softened the hard line of his mouth.He caught her chin. “And you’ll have my children.”
    “You don’t want very much, do you?”
    He took her mouth with his, the flare of heat instant, the taste of joy evident. Even in combat he could melt her.
    His arms were around her, his tongue dancing with hers when the next explosion rocked the house.The soldier holding the railing had shifted position and the pressure switch had blown.
    Jess held Saber tight, kissing her, his lips moving against hers. She felt the vibration rush through him as he drew the energy to him like a magnet. Electricity zinged through her—through him, a physical wave nearly sexual, almost euphoric.
    She let out her breath and caught at him for support. “Jesse. That’s so dangerous.”
    “And addicting. Every psychic gift comes with a high price tag. It would be easy to become addicted and need that kind of rush.” He flicked a glance at the screen and swore. “The bastard on the landing has an M203 attached to the bottom of his