Deadly Game

Chapter 5

I he thunder in Ken's head grew louder. He would never get Mari's taste or scent out of his mind; he would never stop needing to reach for her, touch her, own her. Eventually, as surely as he lived and breathed, he would go to her, take her. make her his own. And once that happened, both of them would be lost. He had shown her-and himself-he could not be trusted. He would destroy her the way his father had destroyed his mother. First the jealousy and then the punishments, and finally madness would overcome love, and murder would be swift and brutal. And then Jack would be forced to hunt and kill him.

He sent his brother a small, sad smile and lifted his other hand to shield Mari's eyes. I've always loved you, Jack. I don't want you to have to do this. His finger tightened on the trigger.

"No!" There was fear, agony, in Jack's voice. "Damn you, no, Ken!" He leapt forward, a hundred years too late; even with his enhanced strength and speed, he could never get there in time.

The way Ken had drawn the gun was smooth and practiced. There was no hesitation, only resolve, as if he had known someday he would have to use that last line of defense for his brother. Even as he lifted the gun, Mari was already in motion. She threw herself off the bed, every move carefully calculated. Her head rammed Ken's arm. She felt the heat of the explosion as the bullet left the gun, far too close to her face. The sound was deafening next to her ear, but she latched onto his wrist and took both of them to the floor. She landed hard, unable to protect her leg.

She heard herself scream, the cry torn from her throat, but she hung on grimly to Ken's arm, pinning it with her body weight when she was seeing stars, afraid she'd pass out before Jack got to his twin.

Ken didn't struggle. Instead he wrapped his arm around her and put his mouth against her ear. "I tried to save you. Whitney has my profile too. He knows me inside, where no one else does, and he thought it would be fun to pair you with the devil."

She turned her head to stare into his strange-colored eyes. "The devil wouldn't have tried to take his own life in order to keep me safe."

There was a moment, one small heartbeat, when she glimpsed raw emotion in those silver eyes and her heart jumped in response.

"You'll never be safe again, Mari, not while I'm alive."

Jack kicked the gun across the floor away from Ken and sank down beside them, his trembling hand going to his brother's shoulder. Mari hadn't thought he could be so shaken.

"What were you thinking? Ken, you should have let me help you."

Ken shook his head, gathering Mari closer to him, reaching for the sheet to once again cover her body. His hands were impersonal, as if his mouth had never tasted her flesh, brought her to a fever pitch of sensual pleasure without even trying. "There's no way to help me. Jack, and you know it. You can only help her. You know what you have to do to keep her safe."

"This is bullshit. Ken. I can put a bullet in her head and be done with it."

Mari raised her hand. "Do I get a vote?"

"You're bleeding all over the place again," Ken said. He stood, lifting her into his arms, the pain driving the air from her lungs. "You can't kill her, Jack. You have to protect her from everyone-even me."

Mari tried desperately to cling to consciousness. The movement wrenched her leg, made her stomach protest with a violent heave, but she refused to faint, needing to hear every word.

Jack shook his head. "It doesn't have to be like this."

"What? You didn't see me acting like an animal? You know exactly what it's going to be like-a long drop into hell. I'm not doing that. I refuse to be him. I'd rather be dead." Ken placed Mari back on the gurney, careful to avoid jarring her leg. "Take a look, Jack, see how much damage she did." He stepped away from her side, not looking at her, not touching her, his voice as empty as his expression.

"You look." Jack reached down and snagged the gun. "Are you going to be stupid again?"

Ken refused to answer. Jack stepped closer to the gurney and suddenly jammed the weapon against Mari's head. "I swear to you, on our mother, if you even think about doing that again, I'll blow her brains out."

Ken instantly came to life, his face darkening, eyes narrowing to slashing silver slits. "Get the fuck away from her or we're going to have trouble, Jack."

"She can bleed out for all I care, Ken. Anything happens to you, anything, by your hand or someone else's, she's dead. You got that? I give you my fuckin' word on that. She's dead. You know me. You know I don't ever stop. You think long and hard about that before you try this shit with me again." Jack withdrew the weapon, threw it to Ken, and shoved past him to stalk over to the doorway.

Ken stood for a moment just holding the gun, staring after his twin. He said nothing, just stood in silence, his knuckles white where he gripped the butt of the gun. Finally, he shoved it inside the holster under his arm and took a deep, calming breath before looking at the blood seeping into the sheet.

Mari inhaled sharply, trying to find a way to ease the tension. "Well, that went well. I can see that he does have a bad habit of wanting to shoot people. He wasn't kidding."

"No, he wasn't." Ken pushed the sheet off her leg. "Did you have to land so hard? You really made a mess."

"It hurts," she admitted and reached out to catch his arm.

"You didn't hurt me. I participated. It wasn't all your fault, you know. I could have said no."

He shook his head and she felt the tremor that ran through his body. "You have no way of understanding what's going on here."

"I have more understanding than you think I do." Mari said.

Jack leaned his hip in the doorway, glaring at both of them. "Then tell us."

She flicked him a quick glance. "This is about Whitney's breeding program of course. We're all caught up in it. This is one big experiment. Is Briony pregnant?"

Jack stiffened. "Why would you think that?"

"Because Whitney was desperate for me to get pregnant. He was furious with Brett for not getting the job done. Once I found out she was with you. it wasn't all that hard to realize he wanted her in the same condition."

Ken shook his head. "It's far more than that."

"We already knew what he was doing, Ken," Jack said. "We've known since he sent his team to retrieve Briony. He wants the babies."

"He did what?" Mari pushed at Ken, demanding an answer.

He ignored her, shaking his head at his brother. "Don't you understand? He knows. He did this. He knows about me."

"You aren't making sense," Jack said.

"He means Whitney," Mari interpreted.

Ken nodded, brushing his face with his hand, smearing Mari's blood along his jaw. "I've always suspected he was psychic. He knows about me. He knows what I'm like and he set this up. It can't be anything else. Jack. He knew if he sent her to me what I'd do."

"He thinks he knows you. just like he thought he knew me. I still have Briony. And I'm fine with her. You see us together; I might get a little jealous now and then, but I'm not like him and you aren't either."

Mari looked from one to the other. "Who is him? You're no longer talking about Whitney."

"I am," Ken said to Jack. His voice was a low, soft whisper of sound, but the impact it carried was lethal. "I am exactly like him."

"That isn't true, Ken," Jack denied.

"The hell it isn't," Ken snapped. "Do you know what I wanted to do to her when I knew another man had been inside of her? Touching her? Hell, Jack. I don't even know her. I don't know the first thing about her. I'm not in love. She's not in love with me; how could she be? But it didn't matter. I wanted to pound into her, make her forget anyone else, punish her for daring-daring-to allow another man to touch her that way. I wasn't gentle with her; I didn't want to be. I wanted her to know who she was with."

Jack hit the back of his head against the doorjamb. "This is insane."

"I've always known he was alive, living in me. I've always known it. And that son of a bitch Whitney knew it too. He wants to see what will happen to us. How his little game will destroy our family. Fast. Slow. A big explosion, a quiet bullet to the head. He's just sitting back and watching us, Jack. The bastard is wired to us some way. He wants to force the issue to see if you're up to the job of putting a bullet in me."

"And what good will that do him?" Jack asked.

"He wants to see what it does to Briony, to see if both of you are strong enough and worthy enough for your kids to be his supersoldiers. Mari is expendable to him; she always has been. Why do you think he tried to get a baby out of her by someone else? He didn't want his work to be a total loss."

Mari turned her head away from both of them. She could hear the anguish in Ken's voice, and it ripped her up inside. He didn't love her. How could he? She didn't know whatever was in Ken and Jack's past, but she heard the ring of truth in Ken's voice and things were making sense. Whitney detested her because he couldn't control her very well. He had to use threats against the other women to keep her in line. And she was strong, always a threat to him and his programs. She asked too many questions. Whitney had been furious when Brett was unable to get her pregnant.

.She tried to separate herself from what he was saying. It was all happening to someone else. A woman she didn't know. She was a soldier and needed to get back to her unit. It's where she belonged-what she understood. She wasn't the type to lie helpless, tears burning in her eyes, while a man used her body, but she'd done just that, helpless to resist Ken's mouth and hands.

With Brett, it was a tight every single time he came near her. She was committed to defending herself and her right as a person to choose whom she wanted to be with. With Ken. she desperately needed him near. Every moment she spent in his company worsened the addiction to him. until she felt frantic with wanting his touch.

"Could Whitney do that?" she asked, searching her memory for an unguarded moment he might have let something slip. "What's your last name?"

"Norton." It was Jack who answered, his eyes still locked on his brother.

Again her heart jumped. She recognized the name and she should have known. Snipers. Not just any snipers. The elite.

Ken wiped the blood from her leg, all the while avoiding touching her skin. Pride should have kept her from looking, but she was fascinated by the way his body moved, by the glide of his hands, always so careful to keep from contact. The memory came out of nowhere, triggered by the mesmerizing ripple of muscle beneath skin. Whitney's face contorted with anger.

Damn the Nortons anyway. How did you let them slip away from you, Sean? I made it easy and you still blew it.

It won't happen again, Doctor.

Sean had been standing close to her while Whitney jabbed her with a needle right before one of their missions. She remembered the surreptitious brush of his hand to encourage her. She'd always hated needles, and only Sean had known that little weakness.

Ken stiffened, his fingers circling her foot like a vise. "Who is he?"

Mari blinked, glanced at Jack and back to Ken. "I don't know what you're asking me. And you're hurting me."

Ken let go of her as if she'd burned him. wiping his palm along his thigh. "The man you were just thinking about. I caught the impression of him. Big man, standing by Whitney. You like him."

"You caught all that just by touching me?"

"Damn it, answer me," Ken ordered.

"Ken, back off," Jack warned.

"You had your chance, Jack." Ken shot him a hard glare. "Now we all have to live with the consequences."

Mari laid her head on the blanket stuffed under her head, her eyes narrowing on his face, lending her a kind of tunnel vision. She recognized the familiar signs of her temper kicking in. "Wait a minute. I have a horrible feeling I'm beginning to understand what's going on here. Call me slow, but for some reason, although you're men, I expected you to act with intelligence."

"Mari…"

"You don't know me well enough to use my name. You don't know the first thing about me or my life. I'm your prisoner, remember? You shot me." Her voice was tinged with fury, so she kept it ultra-low, but it was too late to rein her temper in. She was already looking for something to smash over his head. "Don't you dare Mari me. I don't care if I have a broken leg. If you want to torture me, get on with it, but I'll be damned if you sit there being smug and acting like a jealous lover because of Brett. Brett, of all people. That's what set you off. I get it now. The 'did he touch you like this' and then losing your mind. What a complete ass."

"Mari…"

"What a moron. Don't talk to me. Don't touch my leg." Adrenaline poured through her body, so that she found herself shaking. "Do you have any idea what that man is like? What it's like for a woman to have someone who repulses her touch her? Go to hell, Ken. Next time you want to put a gun to your head, I'll help you pull the trigger."

"You don't understand," Jack said.

"Are you kidding me? I'm the one who has to endure Brett-or anyone else-at Whitney's whim. Not you, not Ken. And catching a glimpse of a soldier who has treated me with decency and respect-one I admire-is cause for jealousy as well?"

Ken remained very still, his fingers still circling her foot, the physical contact sending electric sparks zinging along her nerve endings, adding to the flood of anger building like a volcano.

"Who is he?" Ken repeated.

She was already in pain. What the hell? She used her good leg, snapping it up and out. straight at his face, using enhanced strength, needing the satisfaction of scoring just once against him. He was messing with her mind and Mari found that unacceptable.

He blocked the blow with one arm, hard enough to make her leg go numb, never letting go of her other foot, not even loosening his hold, as if her attack had been so inconsequential he almost hadn't noticed it.

"It was Sean, wasn't it?"

"Go to hell."

"You don't understand," Jack repeated. "Whitney didn't do this."

Mari pressed her lips tightly together, studying their faces. Ken hadn't moved a muscle, his hand still around her toes. She could feel the warmth of his palm, was all too aware of him as a man-not a captor-not an enemy.

"Fill me in."

"The old man managed to leave his legacy with one of us." Ken said, his tone matter-of-fact.

But he was shaken. He covered it well, so well she doubted Jack could see past his mask-that false emotionless mask Ken showed to the world. But when he touched her, when they were skin to skin, she saw more, felt more, knew more than he ever intended-and he was definitely shaken.

"I was the lucky one our father handed down his legacy to, and Whitney knew all along. I thought I had buried it deep where no one would ever know, but he's psychic and he read me like an open book, and all this time he's been waiting his chance."

Jack cleared his throat. "You think he wants to see your reaction to her when he's paired her with other men?"

"He thinks I'll kill them-or her."

Mari's stomach did a somersault. There was quiet truth in Ken's voice. She moistened her suddenly dry lips. "Someone really needs to fill me in here, because, quite frankly, I don't like the sound of that. Whitney has a way of manipulating people into doing exactly what he wants them to do and I'm not exactly his favorite person."

"Ken." Jack ignored her. "He isn't reading you. He has no idea of your character. You think the old man is lurking around inside of you. Hell, I thought the same thing, but it isn't true. We were investigated. Whitney has a high security clearance and he read everything in our files."

"What is everything?" Mari asked, trying desperately to ignore the way Ken's individual fingertips were bringing points of fire to her ankle.

"Jack, it has nothing to do with that. He probably did read the files, but he knows. He set this up because he wants to see how I'll react and how Mari will react, and now that you have Briony to protect, he wants to see how you'll react." Ken's fingers dug into Mari's ankle, and he suddenly turned his glacier-cold gaze on her. "My father was an insanely jealous man. He brutally murdered our mother and tried to kill both of us. Whitney knows it and he set this up. You. Me. Jack. Briony. It's all one big game to him."

"Well he's playing a deadly game then," Jack said. "Because no one controls us, Ken. We do what we've always done; we make our own rules and we stick together."

"What about her?" Ken's reply was so low Mari barely caught the words.

Jack sighed. "You know it's impossible to leave her behind, so we're going to have to work through it. It wasn't that easy for me with Briony, but we managed."

"I'm not you, Jack. I'm telling you, I'm like he was."

"No, you're not." Mari was firm, startling both men into noticing her. "If Whitney saw that information in a file somewhere, yes, he'd use it against you. He's very good at twisting people into knots, exploring their weaknesses, but if he has psychic abilities and he touched you, he didn't read that in you."

"How do you know that?" Ken's fingers continued that gentle brushing along her toes, his grip as strong as ever, but the touch had lost its warning and had become an involuntary caress.

"Because I touched you."

Ken blinked. It was his only movement. There was no change of expression on his face, but she knew he'd reacted.

Jack edged closer. "You have that kind of ability? To read people when you touch them?"

"She doesn't," Ken denied. "She's lying to try to ease my mind."

"You wish. I don't even like you. Why would I want to ease your mind? The worse you feel, the happier I am." His eyes had gone to cold steel, but she held his gaze and shrugged with feigned casualness. "I couldn't care less whether you believe me or not."

"Do you?" Jack asked.

Mari studied their faces. There were definite chinks in their armor, whether they wanted to admit it or not. "Not strong, but strong enough to know Ken isn't a flat-out murderer, especially not of women. He would carry out an order, but he wouldn't just go around killing someone for no real reason."

"Good to know." Ken let go of her foot and took away the warmth. "If you're so good at all of this, why don't you tell me who this man is and we can let it go?"

She frowned. "You know it was Sean."

"And he'll come after you."

"Whitney will send him, yes, but if you're right that this is an experiment, why would he do that? Why would he send someone to bring me back to him? Wouldn't he want to see what happens between us?"

"He's sending Brett first," Ken replied. "That's all part of his happy little plan. And then he'll send the other one because there's a bond between you and Whitney knows it-and he knows I know it and he knows I'll kill them."

There was an edge to his voice that alarmed her, his tone low and mean and without mercy. She wanted to say it shouldn't matter, but she already knew the power of Whitney's experiments, and she had enhanced scent, just as Ken did, just as Jack did. That made the pheromone response all the more potent. Whitney had created a powerful sexual attraction that transcended common restraint and threatened the discipline of even the strongest soldier-just as the doctor had planned.

If Ken was really like his father, as he evidently feared, she could be in more trouble than she'd ever dreamed. She doubted if she could resist Ken Norton if he made sexual advances toward her, but she would try. What she hadn't counted on was caring one way or the other about the man. She was drawn to him. not just sexually, but emotionally, and that made no sense to her and almost scared her more than the physical attraction.

"My leg hurts and this conversation is making me feel sick. I shouldn't be giving out information to you. We're enemies."

Jack shook his head. "I don't think we are. If you were really ordered to protect the senator, as we were, then we're on the same side. You have the GhostWalker crest tattooed on your upper back." He shoved up his sleeve. "We're a member of an elite unit of the Special Forces and we all work for the United States. We're on the same side, Mari. I don't know how the wires are getting crossed, but I suspect Whitney has something to do with it."

"You think Whitney has gone rogue."

"We all thought he was dead-murdered," Jack replied. "He disappeared about eighteen months ago, and his daughter 'saw' his death, saw him murdered."

"I can assure you, he's very much alive."

"No one has seen or heard from him. Only recently, we began to suspect he faked his own death."

Mari frowned, shifting slightly to ease the soreness in her hips. Nothing could stop the pain in her leg, so she ignored it, the way she'd been taught. It bothered her that Jack was doing all the talking, as if Ken was still dwelling on other things-things she didn't want him to be thinking about. "It's possible he faked his own death so he wouldn't be killed. If the government, or his friends, decided he was a liability, or a lunatic, they might have decided to get rid of him, or at the least have him locked up in an institution." She risked a quick glance at Ken, but he was looking at her leg.

"What friends?" Jack asked.

"He has a couple of people visit every now and then. The compound is under heavy guard when they come, and they're surrounded by bodyguards. Most of the time we're moved to the back of the compound and only catch glimpses of them. Sean works with Whitney now, so a few times he's told us about the arguments between them."

Ken stepped away from her, folding his arms across his chest and regarding her with cold eyes. "It didn't occur to you that killing a woman because someone didn't return might be a little out of the ordinary?"

Mari noticed his body was still slightly between hers and his brother. Something about his deceptively casual stance and his tone sent a chill down her spine. "What's ordinary? I was raised in the barracks with other girls. We were soldiers, trained as soldiers, ran missions even as young as twelve. None of us have ever been away except on a mission or training exercise. Normal was whatever Whitney told us it was."

"And now," Jack prompted, shooting his twin a warning glance.

Mari shrugged. "Whitney is getting worse. When I was a child, he just seemed mean, and remote, but over the years, he's really deteriorated, especially the last year or two. For a while, he seemed like he had a human side. I thought maybe his daughter, Lily, was keeping him grounded, but-"

"You know about Lily?" Jack interrupted.

Mari nodded, trying not to flinch as Ken cleaned her leg. More blood had seeped out. "He talked about her often, and it seemed like he really might love her, although, to be honest. I couldn't imagine that he was capable of real love. He didn't see any of us as human beings. Over the last two years he's become fanatical. Even his friends seem to be having trouble holding him in check."

"Tell us about his friends," Jack encouraged, taking another step forward.

Mari tried to keep her gaze from straying to the gun at his waist, or the two other weapons in the twin harnesses beneath his arms. He was close enough that she might be able to snag one of the guns if she was fast-very fast.

"Is there something about my brother's face you find fascinating?" Ken asked.

The low tone made her shiver. He could sound so utterly menacing at times. "Actually, no," she brazened, determined not to be intimidated. "I was wondering if he was deliberately tempting me to make a try for his guns or whether he was so into the conversation he forgot I was his prisoner."

"Do you really think you're that fast?" Jack asked.

"Ordinarily, but I'm hurting a little bit right now, so my timing might be off. In any case, you're double-teaming me. Ken is waiting for me to jump you, and frankly, it's a really uninspiring trap. Neither of you put much thought into it."

"Sorry, it was spur of the moment, just to see where we stood," Jack said. "You thought about going for a gun."

"I have to escape. I don't have a choice. As much as I'm enjoying your company, I really, really have to get back-everyone's waiting for me."

"And all this time I thought we were getting to be friends. Didn't we agree we were on the same side?"

Ken ignored both of them and once more took up a position by her head. He wiped her face with a cool cloth. "Put off trying to escape just a little longer. Your leg isn't up to it yet."

"I wish I could, but even if we were on the same side, they're going to come looking for me and someone will end up hurt. I may be able to sneak back into the compound before Whitney realizes I've ever been gone. My people are going to try to make that happen."

"Just give us the location of the compound, and we'll be happy to escort you home," Jack suggested.

"And you'd bring a few of your friends just to make it fun," Man said. She waved him away. "I'm tired. You can interrogate me later, okay?"

"Take another drink of water." Ken slipped his arm behind her back again. "We can't risk you getting dehydrated."

"Did she do much damage to her leg?" Jack asked.

Mari closed her eyes and turned her face away from them. She liked them. She even understood them. They were soldiers. She respected that. They were doing their job and they very well could be on the same side-she was fairly certain they were-but she couldn't chance risking everyone's life to find out.

She inhaled, dragging Ken's masculine scent into her lungs. She'd been more stimulated, more humiliated, and more exhilarated than she'd ever been in her life. She had to escape. Nothing she said or did was going to convince them to let her go.

"Mari, drink the water."

The steel in Ken's voice set her teeth on edge. She knew the ripple of anger going through her body tipped him off. She had a stubborn streak a mile wide, and it was the one thing that had gotten her through her separation from Briony-through her unusual childhood-and through the degradation of Whitney's insane breeding program.

Ken tightened his arm around her and lowered his face until his warm breath fanned her cheek-until she was enveloped in his scent and her body began to respond. She tried desperately to focus on the pain in her leg, on her dire situation, on anything but the feel of the muscles in his arm, the heat of his skin so close to hers.

Are you doing this on purpose? Because it's low.

Don't defy me just to be prove some silly point. You need the water to keep you healthy. Drink it.

She turned her head to glare at him, her lips inches from his. her gaze locked with his. It was a good thing she was telepathic, because she had no air left in her lungs to breathe-or talk. Has anyone ever mentioned to you that you're a complete ass?

I believe mx brother has done so on many occasions.

She nodded her head. Well. Okay then. As long as someone has.

She took a small sip of the water and let it trickle down her throat, surprised at how parched she was. The drugs were beginning to leave her system, and things were much more sharply in focus. Time had passed. She understood why they had kept her knocked out as they moved her from place to place, probably one step ahead of her unit, but she had no idea if it had been hours or days.

Panic gripped her for a moment and she fought it down. The five women left in the compound were her only real family. Well, there was Sean and a couple of the other men who had not been caught in Whitney's web of deceit. But she'd been raised with the other women. They were all close, sisters. They had no parents, no other friends, so the bond between them was strong. In the end it didn't matter if she was on the same side with Ken and Jack, because she had to go back. She couldn't leave the others to face possible death at Whitney's hands.

She was absolutely convinced Whitney had begun a descent into madness. He might have started out a brilliant scientist, but somewhere along the way he had become convinced he was far smarter than anyone else and his ends justified his means. Rules weren't for him. He had too much power and too little accountability.

Mari drank more water. She had to regain her strength. "How long did you keep me out?"

"A couple of days," Jack answered. "We can't have you calling in your unit, and they've been hard on our heels."

She flashed him a brief smile, deliberately leaning back against Ken's arm, determined to show him-and herself-that she could be in control of her physical feelings. "They're good."

"Not that good," Jack disagreed. "They don't have you and we do. Had we been looking for you, we would have found you."

"You're so arrogant."

Jack's eyebrow shot up. "That isn't being arrogant. It's a fact."

"I'm tired and my head hurts." She glared up at Ken. "Probably from where you slammed your elbow into me."

"I remember. And you didn't even thank me for saving your life."

"I would have preferred you being a lot gentler about it." She was joking, trying to lighten the situation-or stall for time, she wasn't certain which-but a shadow crossed Ken's face. Up so close to him, she caught that fleeting reaction to her words.

Ken laid her back on the pillows. "You've been out a couple of days. We've been leading your unit away from anyone who could get caught in the cross fire."

Mari glanced at Jack. They had a plan. Whatever they were doing, she couldn't be a part of it. "I have to get back. You don't understand. If I don't go back, Whitney is going to hurt one of the others. I can't let that happen."

"Give us the location and we'll go in and bring them out," Ken said.

She pushed at his chest. "You know I can't do that. I won't sell them out. I have no idea who you really are."

His glittering eyes met hers like the slash of a sword. Cold. Possessive. Very frightening. Her pulse began a frantic rhythm. He showed little emotion, and that had been frightening, but this seemed worse. Behind his mask, his mind was working fast, calculating, formulating, processing data every bit as fast-or faster-than hers did. What other attributes had Whitney brought out in him? What other genetic code had Whitney slipped into his body-because right at that moment he looked more predator than man.

The throbbing in her head increased. She caught the exchange between Jack and Ken. A single look, no more, but it was enough. She took a deep calming breath and relaxed her mind and body. Sean? Anyone? Are you out there? Her head was hurting not because of the elbow, but because someone was out there, calling, using telepathy, and the Nortons had been alerted.

Ken's hand slipped around her neck, his fingers sliding to her pressure point. She tried to stop him, but it was a lifetime too late. She could feel the waves of dizziness, the room spinning away from her. and everything went black.