“I don’t know that she did trust him, Ken. All I caught was her need to get back to the women she loves—her family.”

“I should have stopped her. I could have. I just let her go right back into the enemy’s camp.” His gaze glittered hotly, his mouth set in a grim, implacable line. “She’s the primary mission, Jack. You make certain the others understand that. They don’t want to be hunting me, and that’s what’s going to happen if they blow this. She’s primary. The other women and Whitney are secondary.”

“That’s understood, Ken,” Jack assured. “You’re letting this get to you. She’s a soldier and she’ll act like one. Trust her. Hell, Ken, she saved our lives and she bested you, even knocked your ass out. She acts fast, hits hard, and does the unexpected. She gave us enough information to lull us into a false security, but nothing that would trip up her team or lead us back to her base.” There was respect in Jack’s voice. “I put a gun to her head, Ken, and she didn’t even flinch. Did you notice that? Her mind was working the entire time. She doesn’t panic and she’s sorting through all the possibilities fast. There’s no backup in her.”

“She must have driven Whitney crazy. He doesn’t like opposition of any kind, but he wants those very traits for his supersoldiers. He’d want to control her, but not break her spirit,” Ken said. “I’m planning on using sex. Lots and lots of sex.”

“Yeah, good luck with that.” Jack quirked an eyebrow at him as they turned onto the road leading to the small airfield where Lily had private transportation waiting. “Am I missing something here or didn’t you already have sex with her, really great sex, and her answer was to knock you out? Am I wrong? Didn’t that happen?”

“Shut the hell up.”

Ken shouldered his pack and stalked across the tarmac to the waiting plane. Jack followed at a more leisurely pace, whistling off-key.

Kadan, Ryland’s second in command, joined them, glancing from one to the other. “You haven’t switched roles on us, have you?” he asked. “Because, frankly, Ken’s looking a little hostile.”

“Yep. I’m the easygoing Norton,” Jack said, prodding his brother with his satchel. “Isn’t that right, Ken? He got beat up by a girl and he’s sulking.”

“Keep it up, Jack,” Ken said, “you’re not going to make it to your next birthday.”

“But then Briony would be all upset and cry all the time. She probably would never get out of bed, and you’d have to take care of the babies.”

Kadan’s eyebrow shot up. “Someone must have given you a happy pill, Jack.”

Jack shrugged. “There’s nothing quite like seeing a woman wrapping my brother around her little finger. He’s whipped . . .” He grinned. “Literally.”

Ken muttered a suggestion that was anatomically impossible. “If you’re here, Kadan, who’s watching Briony? I wouldn’t put it past Whitney to try for another grab at her.”

Jack flicked him a warning look. “You can stop right there, Ken. I’ve stashed her somewhere very safe, somewhere Whitney would never think to look.”

“He knows where all the GhostWalkers live, Jack. He probably knows the safe houses as well. You should be home with Briony right now, protecting her.”

“Whitney doesn’t know about this house.”

Ken was silent for a moment. “She isn’t with a GhostWalker.”

Jack shook his head. “I sent her first to Lily’s place, and then she was supposed to have gone to visit with Nico and Dahlia. Lily smuggled her out and she’s safe with Miss Judith. I’ve wanted them to meet, so Jeff escorted Briony to her home. She’s promised she won’t leave the house and will stay out of sight. I’ve got two guards on them, but Whitney will never think to look for her there.”

Miss Judith was the woman who had turned their lives around and kept them both out of jail. She’d been a volunteer, working at the group home where they were placed, and she had seen the rage hidden beneath the icy and very frightening demeanor of the two boys who had been constantly shuffled from one foster home to the next. She wasn’t put off by their bad reputations or the fact that they had retaliated against a couple of their foster parents for mistreatment or the fact that they refused to be separated, running away each time the system had insisted on splitting them up. She looked beyond their horrific past, the fact that they’d killed their father and refused to be separated, no matter what the system said.

It was Miss Judith who had saved them, giving them a love of music and books and education. She taught them to harness the never-ending rage in positive ways, and when they joined the military and, eventually, Special Forces and then special ops, they created a very public and heated argument in order to ensure her protection against their enemies. Miss Judith had disappeared from their lives. She moved away for a year or so before returning to Montana. No one would ever find a single contact between them again.

Ken looked out the window, his mind once more reaching for Mari’s. How had it happened? He’d been so certain he was going to walk away from her, yet now that she was gone, he knew he couldn’t be without her. He had to find a way to control his baser traits. He wouldn’t be jealous and domineering. He’d be one of those men women were always talking about, sensitive and socially correct.

He looked at his reflection in the window. What a crock. Who was he trying to kid? He looked the monster he was. Truthfully, he had every intention of controlling her. He wanted her completely under his thumb. He was no saint—not even close—and he wasn’t going to pretend. She was going to have to learn to love the real man. He’d given her a choice. He’d told her to be sure. He’d warned her. Over and over.

His fist hit his thigh in a frustrated protest. Mari. Damn you. Where the hell are you? He tunneled his fingers through his hair, betraying his agitation. Come on, baby. You’ve got to answer me. Just touch my mind with yours.

Chapter 12

“Mari, come on, hon, you have to wake up.”

The voice was insistent. Mari moved her head, and immediately a jackhammer began to drive on full throttle through it. She suppressed a groan and forced herself to reach out with her psychic senses to tell her where she was and what kind of trouble she was in.

Rose. She could never mistake Rose’s soft feminine scent. Sean was there too. Bastard. He’d shot her full of something and knocked her out. He was going to pay for that. She heard the solid chink of a metal door closing. The sound of footsteps pacing. She was back in the compound.

Her body ached, her arms especially. She tried to relieve the pain by pulling them in close to her and found that she was cuffed to the metal rail of the bed.

“Mari,” Rose repeated. “Wake up.”

A cold cloth was pressed to her face. Rose leaned close. “Whitney’s going to be here any minute. Come on, honey. We need you alert.”

Mari pried her eyelids open and stared up into Rose’s concerned face. She looked like a little pixie with her too large eyes and sultry mouth and small, heart-shaped face. Rose was delicate and a little younger than the rest of them, with not quite as tough an exterior, but she had steel beneath that soft skin and delicate bone structure. She smiled at Mari.

“At last. We were getting alarmed.”

“Sean handcuffed me.” She jerked at her hands and turned her head toward the man standing guard. “Why?”

“You were communicating with the enemy,” he said.

“I was saving your butt, and right at this very moment, I can’t think why.” Mari maneuvered into a sitting position, clenching her teeth against the pounding in her head.

“Just how did you do that?”

She cast Sean the best glower she was capable of, dark and filled with contempt, withering even. She wanted him to wither. Switching her attention to Rose, she forced a serene smile. “I’m awake, hon. My head hurts like a bear, and I’m a little worse for wear, but I didn’t get a chance to talk to the senator.”

The smile faded from Rose’s face. “We were counting on that.” She lowered her voice. “Whitney brought in his other guards. Even if some of the men help us, those men are killers.” She shivered, running her hands up and down her arms. “I hate the way they leer at us when we’re in the yard.”

We can’t trust Sean. Something’s different about him. Mari wanted to perfect her telepathic technique. Manipulating energy directly to one individual without other psychics receiving a faint “buzz” was extremely difficult. If Ken and Jack Norton could do it, then that meant it was a level of skill. Mari was always top of her class in everything. Competition alone could drive her to succeed.

He was freaked out when they said you were shot. And Brett went crazy. He tore up the complex like a madman. That’s how Whitney found out. We were all trying to keep it quiet, hoping the team would find you and get you back here, but Brett didn’t care about the rest of us. He made certain Whitney knew.

“Stop it, Mari,” Sean snapped. “If you want to say something, say it out loud.”

Mari shrugged. “I was just telling Rose what a horse’s ass you are. She agreed. She especially liked the part where you were so concerned about how I was treated as a prisoner and worked so hard to make certain I was healed from the bullet that nearly killed me. Well, the Zenith nearly killed me. What about that, Sean? Did you know about the time limit on the Zenith? Do all the men know, or only Whitney’s chosen few?”

The door opened. Mari stiffened. Although her back was to the door, she knew the moment Peter Whitney entered the room. There was a distinct scent about him she couldn’t quite identify, something “off.”

“Well, well,” Dr. Whitney said in greeting. “Our little Mari is stirring up trouble as usual. You’ve been off on an adventure.”

Mari had no idea what Whitney had been told, but she wasn’t going to give him anything for free. She turned, stretching lazily, striving to look bored. “I’m a soldier. Sitting around waiting for that idiot Brett is boring. I took a chance and went for a little action. It’s what I’m trained for.”

“You’re trained to follow orders,” Whitney corrected. “Rose, leave now.”

Rose squeezed Mari’s arm, her body blocking the gesture. Without a word she went from the room, leaving Mari alone with Whitney and Sean.

“Sean tells me you need the morning-after pill to make certain you’re not pregnant. Have you been a fraternizing with the enemy?”

She lifted her head and stared him right in the eye. “Ken Norton. He’s the one who shot me. It seems you made him part of your program as well.” She saw the shift in his expression. Elation. Hope. Emotions played behind his superior expression. He wanted her pregnant by Ken Norton.

“So Sean is right and you could be pregnant?” Whitney knew her cycle better than she did.

Mari shrugged. “We had sex. I suppose it could happen.”

Whitney studied her with the same detachment she’d observed in him studying his lab animals. “We’ll give it a few days and test you.”

Sean took an aggressive step forward. “No. No way. If you wait to see, it will be too late and she’ll have to have an abortion.”

“Norton carries a remarkable genetic code,” Whitney said. “Paired with Mari’s, the child could be everything we’ve been hoping for. No, we’ll wait and see. Meanwhile, Mari, you’ll need a medical examination to determine if your injuries can in anyway impair you, and of course, you’ll be locked up for a few days to make certain we don’t have a repeat of this incident.”

If she could establish that she’d gone AWOL for reasons of inactivity, that the rebellion among the women was mostly due to boredom, he might buy it. Whitney had raised them in a military environment, and it stood to reason that after running physical exercises and learning weapons for hours every day, they would be unable to just sit around.