Mind Game (GhostWalkers, #2)(123)

Dahlia didn’t recognize the woman at all, but the name stirred memories. Of a nurse named Rosa who always took care of Lily. Milly had stayed with Dahlia just as Rosa had opted to stay with Lily. “I’m so pleased to meet you,” she murmured around the lump in her throat. She couldn’t quite decide how she felt. Her emotions were welling up out of nowhere, struggling to be recognized, but it was the last thing Dahlia wanted. She was not going to set fire to Lily’s house.

“It’s good you’ve come back to us, Miss Dahlia,” Rosa greeted.

The voice was in her head. She remembered it calling to Lily, pulling her away from Dahlia in the middle of the night. She remembered the pain in her head, nearly splitting it open, the shards of glass being driven into her skull. At once her temperature began to rise and the pressure in her chest increased. Dahlia halted. “Maybe this isn’t such a good idea. It could be dangerous.”

“This house belongs to all of us, Dahlia,” Lily said firmly. “It’s stood up to all of our various problems and it can stand up to yours. Won’t it, Rosa?”

“Of course. Can I offer you anything to eat or drink?” Rosa asked.

Dahlia shook her head. If she tried to eat, she might get sick.

Lily seemed to know how she was feeling. They just wanted it over. She led Dahlia and Nicolas to the room that had been her father’s office. The door was securely locked. “I don’t let anyone come in here,” Lily explained. “There are too many sensitive documents.” She approached a tall, beautiful clock and opened the glass door.

“If this is too difficult, Lily,” Dahlia began.

“No, I want you to see. It helps that there were several of us. We started together. I found you, and together, we’ll find the others.” The clock revealed a hidden door. It slid open and revealed another door in the floor itself.

Dahlia’s heart was pounding out of control. For a moment she couldn’t move. Lily started down the stairs, calling back to her. “I can help you shield yourself from the amounts of energy you draw, not all, but it should allow you to be in public, maybe go to a show once in a while or shop for clothes when people are in the store with you.”

Nicolas reached for Dahlia’s hand, pulled her tightly against him, ready to take her out of the house the instant she indicated it was too much for her.

With Nicolas touching her, Dahlia’s emotions could be kept in check. “How? I’ve worked all my life to control it, Lily,” she asked, wanting to believe, but not daring to. “All of you do seem to have such control.” She didn’t set a foot on the stairs, but watched Ryland follow his wife down.

“Everyone suffers headaches, and other physical repercussions when they use their talents, but you’re the first energy magnet,” Lily replied. “I didn’t realize I’d been experimented on, and I thought my father had provided this house with its massive walls and soundproofing to protect me. Of course, he was protecting his experiments for the most part.” She stopped on the bottom stair and looked back up at Dahlia.

“It must have been terrible for you to discover the truth,” Dahlia sympathized. She felt physically ill at the thought of Lily finding the tapes of their terrible childhood. Nicolas had told her how Lily had gone looking for a way to help save the GhostWalkers and found the evidence of her father’s betrayal. She felt physically ill at the thought of joining Lily in viewing those tapes.

“You don’t have to do this,” Nicolas reminded.

Dahlia took a deep breath. She did have to do this. Dr. Peter Whitney was the monster in her nightmares. She’d believed she might be crazy because she had such vivid impressions of this laboratory, yet she’d been told repeatedly it didn’t exist. But most of all, she had to go see her past because Lily was grounded there. She wanted Lily in her life. She wanted to claim her as family. And she wanted to help Lily find the other women Whitney had experimented on. She couldn’t bear to think they were out there somewhere in the world, alone, feeling as if they might be insane. It had started in the underground laboratory and she needed to confront it. She put her foot on the narrow, steep stair, and made her way down.

She stared at the one-way expanse of glass. At the door leading to the small dormitory rooms. Her hand went to her throat protectively. “It is real. I’m not crazy.”

Lily wrapped her arms around Dahlia. “No, of course you’re not crazy. I’ve got all the tapes of our childhood. I’ve got investigators looking for the other girls as well. I think I may have found one. We’re not certain yet, but it’s a possibility. I’ll show you everything, Dahlia.”

“Do you remember the other girls? I’ve been trying to remember them. Flame, with her red, red hair. She’s very vivid in my memory.”

“Iris,” Lily confirmed. “And there was Tansy. She was very quiet and introverted.”

“That’s right.” Relief was flooding through her. She did remember the other children. Girls, all of them with their own nurse. “There was the baby, Jonquille. She was so tiny. And Laurel. Who else?”

“Wasn’t there a Rose? I remember her laughing.”

Dahlia nodded. There wasn’t much laughter in the laboratory. She should have remembered Rose. “I know there are others.”

“We’ll think of them together,” Lily consoled. “We’ll find all their tapes, and we’ll find them.”