Ghostwalker 09 - Ruthless Game

Anything— anything happens to me, and they’re al dead.”
    He believed her; she could see it on his face. She pressed the needle into his neck and watched him watching her as the drug took him.
    Phase six complete. Let’s go home, she informed Mack.

CHAPTER 20
    The scent of flowers permeated the air. Rose inhaled deeply and turned her face up to Kane’s. His piercing gaze met hers, and her heart nearly stopped and then began to pound. Would it always be like this? Such an extraordinary, overwhelming love that shook her every time she looked at him?
    “Do al brides feel like this on their wedding day?” she murmured, waiting for him to bend his head to hers. She couldn’t look at him without wanting to be kissed, and Kane always knew what she needed—or wanted. Even the boots she’d left behind in the store were now safely in her closet—a gift from him. He seemed to like giving her gifts. No one had ever done that before, and sometimes she didn’t quite know what to say or do when he presented her with another package or left something on their bed.
    He didn’t disappoint her, his arm sliding around her waist, drawing her close to him, so she could take him deep into her lungs before his mouth touched hers. The familiar butterflies fluttered in her stomach. She would always— always —love kissing him. The world dropped away in spite of the noise of so many voices, so many conversations swirling around them. Three GhostWalker teams had come to help celebrate their day and to catch up with one another.
    Kane had given this to her—this incredible wedding and a memory she never considered she would ever have. It wasn’t the white wedding dress right out of the magazine that Jaimie and Rhianna had found for her or the tuxedo on Kane that made him look like her very own handsome prince that meant so much. It was these people— her people—surrounding them, celebrating with them. They’d come from al over, fil ing the warehouse, the one Gideon and Paul and been renovating.
    The warehouse had been transformed into a sparkling world fil ed with elegant chandeliers and ice sculptures, dazzling things seen only between the pages of a book but never experienced. The men were incredibly handsome, just like in the fairy tales, while the women, dressed in beautiful gowns, were breathtaking.
    Kane pul ed her into his arms as the music slowed into a sweet, dreamy rhythm so that she rested her cheek against his chest and let herself melt into him. They danced past the playpens where Jack and Briony Norton had placed their twin sons. The two boys, Jeremiah Ken and Noah Jack, fol owed the action with interested eyes, occasional y turning their heads toward each other as if in silent communication.
    That was the strange thing, Rose decided, about the babies, the way they seemed so completely intent with each other, as if they were silently communicating. Daniel Ryland Mil er, Ryland and Lily’s son, was there as wel , a strong boy with his mother’s eyes and his father’s commanding features.
    Sebastian lay on his stomach watching the other babies soberly, and they al seemed to be very interested in one another.
    “You don’t think, at their age, Kane, that the babies could already be telepathic and communicating with one another, do you?” Rose murmured speculatively against his chest.
    At once, al four boys turned their heads toward her, as if they’d heard her, their eyes bright and interested. Her breath caught in her throat. “Kane, I think they can hear and understand me.”
    He turned his head to study the expressions on each of the babies’ faces. Each of the boys was watching them intently. There was no doubt that they looked more intel igent than blank, but he didn’t know yet the developmental process with babies. He glanced at the mothers of each of the boys. Briony was whispering to her husband, Jack Norton, as Kane swept Rose past them. Both parents turned to look with that same speculation they were feeling at their twins and then at the other two boys. Ken and Mari Norton immediately fol owed their lead when they’d been cuddling together in a corner, which meant Jack or Briony had alerted them to the difference in the babies.
    “It stands to reason that al of them would be strong telepaths, Rose,” Kane said gently, turning her hand against his heart.
    His steps directed her easily around the dance floor, so that she felt as if she was floating. She felt like she could do anything