“I need action, Dr. Whitney. Sitting around waiting for a man to knock me up is making me crazy. I’m a soldier. At least give me some training exercises. The other women feel the same way.”

He smiled at her, a cold, empty smile. “You want me to believe inactivity is the reason you’ve been causing so many problems lately?”

“I tried to talk to you a couple of times.” She glared at Sean as if he hadn’t carried messages to the doctor. “Nobody would let me near you.”

“And your rejection of Brett? Was that out of boredom as well?”

Mari rubbed her pounding head. “Brett is an ass. I don’t want to have his baby. I made that very clear. He’s not nearly as intelligent as you seem to think he is. And it’s way too easy to make him lose his temper. My child is going to be cool under fire at all times. I’ve never lost it during a mission, not once. I read Brett’s file, and he has issues I’m not passing on to the next generation.”

“Well thought out as always, Mari,” Peter Whitney said. “And what are you objections to having a child by Ken Norton?”

“I have none, although I’d like to read his file if you have one on him. From what I could see, he has extraordinary psychic talents, and he’s earned a reputation as one of the best snipers in the business. Sean told me.”

“I did not.”

“It was in your mind when I asked you about the Nortons.”

“You want me to believe you left this facility in order to participate in a mission because you were bored?”

She met his gaze without flinching. “Yes. And I will do so again at the first opportunity if you make me continue to live like this. No one can live this way. We need to go running and to continue to work on our skills, both physical and mental. We’re going crazy doing nothing but lying around all day.”

Whitney’s eyebrow shot up. “I suppose we could both pretend you haven’t threatened to slit my throat the first chance you get and that the only reason you haven’t done it is because I’ve bought your cooperation by holding a gun to the head of the other women—your bored sister soldiers.”

Mari silently cursed her big mouth. She had threatened him on many occasions, meaning every single threat. Whitney wasn’t going to buy into her cooperation act. She tried another course. Mari looked down at her cuffed hands, trying to look chastised. Sean grunted in disbelief and she shot him a quick glare. “There’s one more thing you should know. I met Lily. I met your daughter. She saved my life.” She hastily looked up to catch the expression on his face.

There was a long silence. Whitney stood without moving or speaking, blinking down at her as if confused.

“Dr. Whitney?” Sean broke the silence. “Do you need a glass of water?”

Whitney shook his head. “Lily is brilliant. I’ve been so proud of her work lately. She’s a fast learner and very astute. Did she appear healthy?”

Mari nodded. “She looks very healthy and is obviously happy.”

“And pregnant. Why weren’t you going to tell me about her pregnancy?” Whitney bent down, sticking his face close to hers, eyes furious. He could get remarkably angry when someone thwarted his plans. And he was angry now.

“I didn’t have a chance. I didn’t know if you knew, and I wanted to break it to you gently. I know good breeding is important to you, and I was afraid . . .” She let her voice trail off and tried to look helpless and distressed. She just wasn’t good at this actress crap. She’d rather be boiled in oil than pretend concern and look girly-girl nervous.

Rose assured her that turning girl worked, though, and she was feeling on the edge of desperation. They told her the soldiers always fell for it, and Whitney would become so disgusted he’d walk away. The other women had actually made her practice looking tearful. They’d all laughed at her, and right now she wished she’d paid a lot more attention to their lessons. She really, really wanted Whitney to walk away right now.

“Did you see her husband?”

Mari nodded again. The one thing she’d learned about Whitney over the years was that he had poor social skills. He rarely bothered to read other people—certainly not enough to know if they were telling the truth or not. If she could say what he wanted to hear . . . She chose her words carefully. “Yes, he’s definitely a good soldier and psychically talented.” She kept her tone reluctant.

“But . . .” Whitney pressed.

“I doubt he’s her intellectual equal.”

“Do you think that matters?”

Whitney had never really asked her opinion before. It was a trick question; she could tell by his tone and the sharp look he was giving her.

“I have no idea.”

“Lily is unquestionably brilliant.”

“As I said, she saved my life. She has discovered that Zenith kills if it stays in our systems too long, but you must have known that.”

“Of course.”

“And the risks are acceptable because . . . ?”

“I don’t have to answer to you.”

“No, you don’t. But I figure they’re acceptable because the benefits outweigh the risks. Those of us who need anchors can perform without them being too close to us. If we’re wounded, we heal much faster, and if we’re captured, we don’t have time to give up information under torture.” She kept a straight face, simply reporting, not thinking about breaking his scrawny neck. She wanted to recite the reasons in front of Sean. Sean—who often ran missions and was shot full of the drug. Sean—who had turned on the very people who had been his family.

Sean met her gaze and looked away. Good. He was getting it—finally.

“You will be taken to the medical facility and examined there, Mari. In a few days we’ll test for pregnancy. I’ll send Norton’s file to you so you can read the data I’ve collected on him. I think you’ll see it’s a good match.”

Mari nodded, keeping her head down, afraid she wouldn’t be able to hide the relief she felt. The story was plausible, and Whitney was happy there was a chance she had conceived a child with Ken, so he wasn’t going to delve too much further. She waited until he was gone before looking up at Sean.

“Unlock the cuffs.”

“This isn’t over, Mari. You’re not having that man’s baby.”

“Better his than Brett’s.”

“I was taking care of Brett.” He reached for her hands and unlocked the cuffs.

She rubbed her bruised wrists and sent him another glare. “You didn’t have to put them on so tight.”

Sean took her hand in his, thumb sliding over the bruises. “Did Norton force you?”

She jerked her hand away. “You should have asked me that question hours ago. It’s too damn late to show concern now. Go to hell, Sean.” She stood up, had to grab the metal railing to keep from falling, and stood swaying, gritting her teeth against the ferocious pounding in her head. “Did you hit me again?”

“No way. I wasn’t about to give you an excuse to kill me. And I knew you’d wake up pissed.” He reached out and captured her hand again. “I did put those things on a little too tight. You’ve got bruises.”

She pulled her hand away again and rubbed her palm down the thigh of her jeans. “I’m really angry with you, Sean.”

“I know. You scared the hell out of everyone. Damn it, Mari, they shot you.”

“Everything is all mixed up. No one was there to assassinate Senator Freeman. Both teams were there to protect him. Could the threat have been a publicity stunt? And why would they send two GhostWalker special ops teams in to do the same job? There aren’t that many of us. They couldn’t just have made a mistake.”

She took a tentative step and the room lurched. “What the hell did you do to me, anyway, Sean?”

He steadied her by taking her arm. “I drugged you. It probably reacted with whatever was already in your system.”

“Well, that’s all right then.” She gave him her best sarcastic tone, wishing she had a knife to slit him from throat to belly. “I’m still really angry with you. You acted like a jerk. I should have let Norton shoot you.”

“You were really talking him out of killing me?”

“Yes. He doesn’t like you, but I told him you had a good side. When he asked what it was, I couldn’t remember. I need to go to my room before I go to the doc.”

“I’m supposed to take you straight to the medical wing.”

“Sean, don’t make me kick you. I need to stop off in my room. It will take two minutes. I can’t stand wearing these shoes a minute longer. In case you hadn’t noticed, they aren’t mine.”

“We swept you for tracking devices.”

“Did you sweep me for shoes hurting my feet and giving me blisters?”

“All right.” Sean glanced at his watch. “But we have to hurry. You know how Whitney is; he wants every minute accounted for.”

“You can tell him about the blisters on my feet. The first thing they teach a good soldier is to take care of his feet.” She pulled away from him. “I’m fine now—well, except for the headache. I’m not forgiving you for a long, long time, in case you’re interested.”

“I don’t know what got into me, Mari. When you started talking about ha**ng s*x with Norton, I just lost my mind. I’m sorry I hit you.”

Mari kept her gaze straight ahead. Anger was alive and well and living just beneath the surface of her purposely calm expression. “You would have been a lot sorrier if I hadn’t retaliated. Apparently the Nortons aren’t very fond of men hitting women. He would have shot you right in the head.”

“You really are pissed at me, aren’t you?” Sean held the door open for her.

“You think? I was taken prisoner and they treated me better than you did. I’ve known you for years, Sean. I thought we were friends. You’ve turned into a jerk.” She sat on the edge of her cot and leaned down to unlace the shoes.

“Yeah, they treated you so good you slept with one of them.” The edge was back in his voice.

Mari threw the shoe with deadly aim, hitting him square in the chest. “You don’t know the first thing about what happened to me, so shut up.” She turned her back on him, yanked her hair in frustration, and let out a hiss of anger. She brought one hand sliding down quickly to remove the braided gold chain from around her neck. The movement was fast, the chain bunching in her hand out of sight. “Do you see my slippers anywhere? I thought they were right here.”

She dropped down to look under the bed, shoving her hand beneath her mattress as she leaned her weight against the cot. “Do you see them?”

Sean yanked open the doors to her locker. Mari’s room was stark, not a thing out of place. He couldn’t imagine her slippers being under her bed. “I don’t see any slippers anywhere. Why don’t you grab a pair of socks if you don’t want to wear shoes?” He tossed her a pair.

Mari caught them and sank down onto the cot again. “How did all this happen, Sean? When did it all go to hell?”

“Just put the socks on.”

“If Brett comes back here, I swear one of us isn’t going to walk out of this room alive.” She paused, the sock hovering near her toes. Her gaze met Sean’s. “I mean it. I can’t let him touch me ever again. I hate it that much.”

“I’ll take care of it. I’ll find a way.”

“You’ve been saying that for weeks now. I’m not the only one being forced into something disgusting, Sean. We talked about this and you said you’d get Whitney to listen to you, but he didn’t. Would you honestly want to live this way?” She donned her socks and stood up, following him out the door.