Obsession Untamed (Feral Warriors #2)(24)

“Did you know her?”

She looked up to see Tighe watching her.

“No.”

He nodded. “I’m going to try to find him.”

As Tighe kept walking, Delaney bent over the cop and checked for a pulse. Nothing, but her skin was still damp with sweat. Her murder, at least, had only just happened. She grabbed the woman’s gun and slipped it into her back waistband, careful to cover it with her shirt hem.

How had Tighe known the murderer had been here? Was he, too, getting the visions?

As she crossed to the kids, she saw Tighe again fighting something, being injured by something, which wasn’t there.

Don’t think about it.

She checked the young couple for pulses and again found none. The old fury welled up inside her at the waste of life. God, she wanted whoever had done this dead.

She saw Tighe turn and come back toward her, still stabbing the air, the blood running freely down his face now. He must be catching himself with those knives. That was the only explanation that made a bit of sense.

The gun weighed heavily against her back. If she wanted to shoot him, now was the time, when he was still far enough away that she stood a chance of getting the shot off before he stopped her. But the doubts had lodged too deeply in her head. That she might actually be the one with the mental problem.

As sirens began to sound on the wind, coming nearer, she let him close the distance between them without pulling her weapon.

His expression was tight. “Those may be heading here.”

Delaney nodded. “The cop has only been dead a matter of minutes. She probably called in the murders of the kids before he attacked her.”

“Come on, we’re getting out of here.”

“Let me stay. Let me help the cops look for him.”

“Not a chance.” He took her hand and gave her no choice as he ushered her down the long set of steps and into the car. Then he dove in on the driver’s side, slammed the door, and continued to stab wildly at his invisible foe. A foe who couldn’t possibly be in the car with them. Not unless he was the size of a fairy.

The man was crazy. Whether or not he was in league with the murderer, he was nuts. And the cops were on their way. She reached cautiously for the door handle and never touched it. One of his knives whipped out to within an inch of her face.

“You open that door, and it’ll be the last thing you do.” His voice was low and deadly.

“Okay.” Delaney slowly put her hand back in her lap, her breathing tight as she watched him slash at nothing. Her eyes widened as the gashes that appeared on his face out of thin air just as miraculously disappeared.

Okay, we’re both crazy, right? No, they were both probably suffering from hallucinations, thanks to those drugs.

A couple of minutes later, Tighe stopped fighting and sank back against his seat, his breathing hard.

“Did you win?” she asked conversationally, pushing back the urge to close her eyes, cover her ears, and scream that this was not happening.

He turned his head toward her, his mouth opening as if he were about to reply, then closing again.

“Care to tell me who you were fighting?”

“Not who.”

Well, that was a point in his favor, since clearly no real person had been doing battle with him in the car.

“Then what?”

“It’s not your concern.” He straightened, his breathing already back to normal, and lifted his shirt to wipe the blood off his face. “They won’t bother you.”

She stared at him, another thought breaking through the bafflement and disbelief that had become her mind. What if he really had been battling something? Something she couldn’t see. Some kind of cloaked, supersecret weapon.

Had she accidentally stumbled into the middle of something far bigger than a psychopathic serial killer and his sexy, drugged-up twin?

Tighe turned to her as if he were reading her thoughts. “Don’t try to figure it out, Delaney. Don’t try to figure me out. You won’t succeed. And if by some long shot you do, you’ll only endanger yourself more.”

Because then she really would know too much. A frisson of adrenaline pumped through her veins. She felt the gun at her back and wondered if she could bring herself to kill him. If she drew on him, she’d better be ready to shoot, because she’d only ever get one chance.

Her gaze studied his strong profile as he started the car and put it in gear.

No, she wasn’t ready to kill him. If her theory was even partly right, that he was involved in something big and dangerous, she needed to know more. She needed all the information she could get if the Bureau was to have any chance of stopping it.

And, disturbingly, there was a part of her that wanted to believe the angel wings that continued to whisper, Trust him. There was a part of her that was genuinely drawn to him in ways beyond the sexual. His strength. His gentleness. He intrigued her mightily.

And yes, deep in her gut, she was starting to trust him.

As he drove, questions bombarded her brain. She tilted her head against the headrest behind her, watching him.

“How did you know your twin was here, Tighe?”

He glanced at her. “You told me.”

She jerked upright. “I told you?”

“I saw him in your vision.”

Her scalp began to tingle. “In my vision?” She’d never told him about her visions. She’d never told him anything. Was he reading her mind now? Could this night get any weirder? “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”