Ghostwalker 07 - Murder Game

didn't want to go back to the real world, where no one ever laid a hand her and she never dared to have actual contact.

    I'm not going anywhere.

    He couldn't promise that. She looked at the ivory figurines. If she touched them, and she couldn't control what happened, if the voices sank n i to her head, were trapped in her
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    m nd, he would have no choice but to abandon her.

    Kadan swore and wrapped his arms around her, burying his face in her shoulder. "You don't have to do this."

    "Yes, I do. We can't let them keep murdering people, Kadan. They have a taste for it and they won't stop." Tears burned behind her eyes. Usually there was one killer, one depraved mind she was forced to share. This time there were eight, and they were psychic, just as she was.

    His lips slid over her ear. "My mind shares yours. If you're determined to go through with this, then know wherever this takes you, you won't be alone, Tansy. I'm strong. I'll find your mind and I'll bring you back."

    "Last time I broke into a million pieces."

    "I'll find each one "

    It was the resolve, that absolute determination, that reassured her that he meant what he said. He wouldn't abandon her no matter how bad it got. It was his nature to be completely focused and implacable. He wouldn't turn back or turn away. His willpower gave her strength. Tansy settled her fingers around the frog, lifting it from the table.

    The jolt was hard. The room shifted beneath her feet as the energy rush d e at her with
    greedy claws. She hadn't expected the frog to be so strong. She'd already formed an opinion that he was one of the lesser members of the team, but his psychic energy was intense. She felt the familiar slick oil pouring into her mind, a sludge that indicated e
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    strength known when no one saw him. He was always passed over by everyone. His commanding officers thought themselves superior, but they were nothing to him—
    nothing .

    Each week he took people down into his world. They had no idea he held their lives in the palm of his hand. He enjoyed that feeling, deciding—live or die by his hand. Who would he choose to let live? He wanted them to know, but only the ones who died knew, at last, looking into his eyes while he held them under. See me . Drowning, drowning. See me .

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    T nsy ! Kadan's voice was sharp, filled with menace, with command.

    She dared not disobey him. His fingers forced her hand open. She hadn't realized she was sobbing, or that the whispers had grown loud in her mind. Tears poured down her face. The screams were loud now, victims screaming as water poured into their lungs and he stood toe to toe, holding them down, forcing them to stare at his mocking, exultant face.

    Revere me. I'm a god. I condemn you to death. See me. Damn you, look at me. You will stay with me and always see me.

    Kadan shook her. "Look at me. Look at me now."

    Her dazed eyes, shimmering with opaque violet, jumped to his. Kadan dragged her away from the table to the center of the room. He could feel the thick oil clouding her mind, hear the screams and whispers threatening to take over. He refused to allow her to look away from him. Deliberately he filled her mind with emotion, with warmth and tenderness, his hands gentle.

    "Are you with me, baby?"

    She moistened her dry lips, blinking rapidly. He could feel her mind clinging to his. "I'm all right. He was stronger than I expected." She shivered again, trying to drown out the sound of his voice. Thankfully, Kadan's firm, velvet-soft voice, although low, pushed over the top of the other. Kadan had established his dominance, and his power and control over her was absolute. His voice took over in her mind. We're together, baby, one mind, one skin. They can't touch you .

    His voice was a caress, sliding over her, into her, so that she grasped at the feel of hi as m
    if he was a life preserver.

    "I'm all right. I'm good." It wasn't altogether true; she retained the sludge, but it was easier to break with the voices.

    "Tell me what you saw."

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    She took a deep, shuddering breath. "Bodies in the water. At least six, maybe more; I couldn't make myself look. He drags