Ghostwalker 07 - Murder Game

neck, holding her still while he took a long exploration, savoring her cinnamon flavor. "You are never supposed to argue with me." He rested his forehead against hers, looking into her strangely colored e e
    y s.

    She laughed softly. "I hate to burst your bubble, here, buddy, but all the kisses in the world are not going to stop me from letting my parents know where I a , who I'm with, m
    and what I'm going to do. I don't hide things from them."

    Kadan jerked away from her, pacing across the room. "I can't trust them. That's the truth whether you want to believe it or not. Until I clear them, I have to treat the like the m
    enemy."

    "My parents ? Enemies? What do you think they're going to do? Contact the killers and say we're on to them?"

    He spun around and gripped her shoulders hard. "I think they'll call Dr. Peter Whitney and inform him what you're doing."

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    Tansy tried to pull away from him, horror blossoming on her face, but he held her with his enormous strength, refusing to allow her to ove away from m
    his solid warmth. He
    gave her a little shake. "Did you hear me, Tansy? Did you understand what I said? What I meant. I'm the man who kills anyone who threatens you."

    She swallowed hard and shook her head. "Not my parents. They would never betray me.
    Never. I don't care what you think, they wouldn't do that."

    "Why would they choose a damaged child, Tansy, when they were wealthy enough to u
    b y perfection? Any adoption agency would have given them whatever they wanted right down to the color of hair and eyes. Why you? When they got you, you probably couldn't stand their touch, or even using their utensils to eat with. Come on. You have a brain. Use it here. Figure out what the hell was going on back then. They took you to a doctor you clearly didn't want to see, and in spite of your tears and pleas, they left you alone with him."

    Tansy closed her eyes briefly, trying not to remember the way her mother pleaded with her father, clinging to her before he took her firmly from her mother's arms and shoved her into the room with Whitney. Kadan couldn't be right. She wouldn't let him be right.
    Even thinking that way was a betrayal of her parents' love for her. "Shut up. I mean it, Kadan, I don't want you talking about my parents anymore."

    "Then you promise me you're not going to call them."

    "I have to call them. We have an arrangement. If I don't, they'll come looking for me."
    Tansy glared right back at him. "They love me, Kadan. They won't betray me."

    "Then ask them what they're relationship with Whitney is and ask them why they didn't tell you he was still alive. Do that much. Don't make me have to track them down and find out myself, Tansy. You don't want me confronting your parents."

    He looked so grim, so frightening, as if he was capable of walking in and putting a gun to their heads. Her parents. Two people she loved.

    "Two people who are in this up to their necks," Kadan interrupted, clearly reading her mind. "Whitney experimented on children. On you . And they had to have known, but they said nothing. They did nothing to stop it. At least admit they had to have known."

    She pushed at the wall of his chest. "Damn you, you just can't leave this alone. You're leaving me with nothing . They're my sanity. They're everything in my world and you're not going to take them away from me. This is a mistake. A big mistake. I was crazy coming here with you."

    His fingers dug deeper, not allowing her to escape. "You're damn right. You don't seem to have the first idea of security, even when you've had plenty of reasons to be afraid. But I'm not your problem, Tansy, and you wouldn't be so upset if you didn't already know ABC Amber LIT Converter
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    a quired you."

    "You're such a bastard. Take your hands off of me. I'm calling my dad."

    "Put him on speaker phone. This number is blocked and will be difficult to trace, but even so, you only have a few minutes to talk. I'll be timing you. If you start to say anything that compromises our mission or your safety, I disconnect. Do you understand?"

    He held her in place, his eyes blazing down into her with that relentless, implacable,