Ghostwalker 06 - Predatory Game

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    She sent him one smoldering look over her shoulder. “He’s backed it up and I can guarantee your friend has as well.They’re going to want to study me, Jess. They’ll want to figure out how I do it and if it can be duplicated. I lived in hell and I’m not going back. Not for you and not for anyone else.”
    She was moving faster, heading for the back of the house. She wasn’t going to take her things. If he let her leave, if he didn’t stop her, she would vanish into thin air.
    “Saber, don’t do this.”
    “You gave me no choice.” She took off running, cutting through the exercise room toward the back veranda.
    He had one chance to stop her. She could outrun him in the wheelchair, but not if he used his legs. It was now or never, the most important moment in his life. He forced his body to his feet, his legs shaky, but he was determined. She glanced over her shoulder and her face went white. She skidded to a halt as he took a tentative step, then a second one. He went crashing to the floor, sprawling full length, his body hitting hard.
    Jess cursed, fury edging his vision black as he sat up, smashing his fist into his useless legs. Across the room, Saber gasped and hurried back toward him. Then she slowed and stopped again, shaking her head.
    “Damn it, Saber.”
    He saw it on her face. She was going to leave him on the ground. She was really leaving. She spun away from him and started back across the room toward the door.
    With every bit of determination in him, Jess pushed himself up, forcing his useless legs to work. He drew the map in his head exactly as his doctors had taught him and sent command after command to the nerves and muscles encasing his bionics. They would work. Work, damn you. I’m not losing her. He felt a burst of pinpricks up and down his legs, sparks burning holes through tissue. There was no tentative step this time. He ran after her.
    Saber caught at the doorknob to yank open the door. It was torn from her hands and slammed shut, power swelling the room. The window slammed closed. She hadn’t known he could do that, move objects without touching them. What did she really know about him? She glanced over her shoulder and saw him coming. And then it registered. Jesse was on his feet.
    He was big. Bigger than she’d realized. And strong. She knew his strength. He worked out daily and lifted his body weight over and over with his arms. She never thought she’d see him on his feet, and he was catching up fast, his longer strides eating up the distance between them. His gaze locked on her, fire in his eyes, a fury she’d never seen before, and there was ruthless determination on his face.
    The shock of seeing him on his feet stole her breath. She opened her mouth but nothing came out.
    You can walk. You miserable son of a bitch, you’ve been sitting in that chair the entire time making a fool of me and you could walk.
    She could barely think with the betrayal. Sheer rage burst through her veins, spread through her like a wildfire. “You rotten bastard. You’re a worthless, miserable, manipulating liar, no better than Whitney.”

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    Before she could say anything else, Saber’s feet were swept out from under her, dropping her ruthlessly to the thick mat. Jess caught her before she landed and rolled so he took the brunt of the landing himself.
    She found herself on top of him, her body against his, her face inches from his. His arms closed tightly around her, holding her in place.
    “Stop struggling, damn it. You’re angry and hurt and you feel betrayed. Maybe you even have a right to what you’re feeling.”
    “Maybe?!”
    “Yes, maybe, damn it. Put yourself in my shoes. What would you have done differently?”
    “Well…” She broke off then tried again. “I wouldn’t have betrayed you.” She pushed at him again.
    “And you’re holding me against my will. Get off and let me out of here.”
    “Listen to me, Saber. If, after we talk, you still want to leave, then I’ll abide by your decision, but not like this, Saber. At least give me a chance to explain.”
    “Aren’t you afraid?” she hissed, furious that she couldn’t break his grip.
    “Of what? You? You’d never hurt me, Saber, not in a million years.”
    “Don’t be so certain.”
    “I’m absolutely certain. Do I look afraid?”
    “You look like a liar. You