Predatory Game (GhostWalkers, #6)(113)

Saber sank into a chair and rested her head in the crook of her arm on the table. “I’m so tired, Jesse, I can’t think anymore. Go see Patsy and make sure she’s fine and I’ll sleep for a while, and when you come back we can talk.”

His breath caught in his throat. Something was very wrong. Saber didn’t get tired—not like this. He should have noticed the moment they were alone together. He rolled his chair closer to her and put his hand on her forehead. She wasn’t running a fever and that could only mean she was feeling repercussions from trying to heal the damaged nerves and muscle in his legs. It wouldn’t be unusual for a GhostWalker to have problems after using psychic ability. Many had brain bleeds and other major physical problems. He should have considered that.

“Come on, baby, let’s get you to bed. I’ll call Eric to come over and check you out, just in case.”

“No, I don’t want that man near me, and I’m just exhausted. I can hardly function, let alone think. Please just go see Patsy, you won’t worry so much if you do. I’ll be fine here.” She let him pull her out of the chair and onto his lap. She nuzzled his neck. “Tell me about your legs. So much has been going on I haven’t had a chance to ask you if you think I helped.”

“I think you saved my legs for me, baby. I spent the evening while you were working swimming and relearning how to use my legs. It’s interesting. I know how to walk, but I actually have to remember, think each step through. But I only fell a few times.” There was excitement in his voice.

He pushed the wheelchair through the house toward his bedroom. “I’m resting my legs right now. Eric said not to be stupid and overdo, even though I really want to go running.” He kissed the top of her head. “Go running. Did you hear that, Saber? It’s possible that I’ll be running in a few days and you did that. You. You’re a f*cking miracle, babe. My own personal angel.”

She sighed softly and murmured something he couldn’t catch, her small body relaxing into his.

Jess slowed his pace. She had fallen asleep in his lap. Even with his astonishing news, she had crashed—big time. His mouth went dry. He wasn’t a man to feel panic, but he wanted to call Lily and ask her if it was normal for Saber to have this reaction. Unfortunately Lily wasn’t available to him. Ryland and she had gone underground with the baby being born. A boy, Daniel Ryland Miller. Jess was certain he would see them up in the mountains when they bought land in the same vicinity.

A thin red streak flashed across the room right in front of him and Jess slammed the chair to a halt and dove for the floor, taking Saber with him. They landed hard, Saber beneath him as half a dozen tiny red beams hit the wall.

“Shit. Shit. We’re under attack. Are you hurt? Did I hurt you?” He stayed low, trying to get a look at her and move them at the same time.

“I’m fine.” Her voice was utterly calm. “But I’m really getting sick of this. Let’s take them out for good this time, Jesse. This is our home.”

“Crawl forward, toward the exercise room. I’ve got things stashed in there we’ll need.”

She didn’t ask questions, but scooted, more on her belly than hands and knees, going fast as the first canister of gas blew through the window and exploded. She closed her eyes and held her breath. She knew her way around the house without sight and she went unerringly, Jess right behind her. She could feel his body skimming over the top of hers as they moved, Jess crawling with her, his body shielding hers.

Her arms and legs felt like lead, but now she was beginning to lose her temper. Is your office secure?

They can eventually get it open, but when they try to blow it, and they will, they’ll get a few nasty surprises. It will also trigger a meltdown in the hard drive. Everything will be wiped clean.

They don’t know you can use your legs. You can use them, can’t you? That was her biggest anxiety. If Jess needed a wheelchair, they were in for trouble.

I might not be fast, but I can use them. Keep going, baby, it’s getting bad in here.

He all but pushed her through the door to the exercise room and slammed it shut. They stayed low to the floor, taking in deep breaths of clean air. Saber crawled over to the cabinet holding the towels, grabbed a couple, and shoved them into the crack.

“What am I looking for?”

“Move the cabinet out,” Jess instructed. “There’ll be a keypad. Code in ‘red flag.’ Count ten seconds and code in 997342. That will get the door open.”

Saber punched in the codes as quickly as she could. Tracers were zinging through the kitchen and living room, and the thunk of the canisters of gas could be clearly heard as they hit the floors or walls.

“I need the laptop. Hurry. I can lock this room down. They’re going to try to kill us, Saber. Have you ever been in a combat situation?”

“I trained with weapons, but without an anchor I have a bad reaction. I’m an expert marksman, though, and I’m very good with a knife.”

“You can’t hesitate, Saber. You’re going to have to shoot to kill. And stay right by me so we can do this.”

She had the steel door built into the wall behind the towel cabinet open. There was an arsenal there as well as gas masks and the latest in body armor. She pushed the laptop into his hands and turned back to the weapons.

Jess flipped the top open and powered up the laptop.