Whispers in the Dark (KGI #4)(12)

I’m doing what I have to do.

And what is that, Shea? Talk to me. What are you running from? Why are neither you nor your sister safe? Damn it, I can help you just like you’re helping me.

Your family’s focus has to be on helping you. They can’t help me. I can’t afford to trust anyone. I don’t even know for sure who is after me and my sister.

Nathan blew out his breath. His helplessness was pissing him off. It was obvious that she absolutely believed she was in danger, and it infuriated him that she was helping him, which made her even more vulnerable.

You seem to be focused on protecting an awful lot of people, Shea. Me, your sister. What about you?

I’m only doing what needs to be done. Grace is special. I can’t allow her to be exploited.

Does she have your abilities? Is that why people are looking for you?

He latched on to the implication in her statement and felt her immediate regret that she’d been too careless with information.

She can do far more than I can.

Shea went silent after that announcement, refusing to offer more.

More than Shea could do? Nathan couldn’t imagine anyone being able to do more than Shea had done for him. She was able to talk to him, touch him, take his pain, bear his torture for him. What the hell else was there?

But he sensed the truth in Shea’s words. Whether her sister could do more or not, Shea believed it. She grew fiercer when she thought of Grace, and Nathan had already learned that Shea was nothing if not intensely loyal to the people she chose to protect.

Are you still bleeding?

She stirred and then shook her head. No. The marks are disappearing. It doesn’t hurt much anymore.

You should rest.

As should you. Whether you feel the pain or not, they made cuts to your entire body. You’ll be weaker and now you risk infection. You have to stay strong, Nathan. Don’t let them defeat you. Not when escape is so close.

Then rest with me. I’ll sleep better if I know you’re here with me. I may not be able to protect you, but at least I’ll know you’re safe.

She yawned and he pulled her a little closer, liking the way she fit so well against him, even if it was all in his mind.

For the space of a few moments, he could forget that they were thousands of miles apart, that he was imprisoned in hell and that she was somewhere he couldn’t protect her.

Just for now, they were together, her much smaller body curled into his.

As ridiculous as it sounded, he could forget his present circumstances. He could forget the endless pain and suffering because holding her was like holding a ray of sunshine.

She gave him hope when nothing else had been able to penetrate the dim world he’d descended into. And so he hung on with all the fierceness he could muster, because now that she’d found him, he wasn’t going to let her go.

CHAPTER 6

“SON of a bitch, this is pissing me off.” Donovan stared down at the email message on his phone and let loose another string of expletives that had his brothers wincing.

“What’s going on, Van?” Ethan demanded.

Donovan looked up to where his brothers were packing gear and loading up their packs for the trek into the Afghani Mountains. There was grim acceptance of their possible fate. Each of them knew there was a good damn chance they wouldn’t come back, but there wasn’t an alternative. Not for them.

“He’s in a cave or so the latest email says. A f**king cave. Like there aren’t a million of those in these mountains?”

Garrett frowned. “But are there that many capable of holding prisoners? There are a few here that have been used as outposts for the Taliban.”

“We’ll question the locals and hope to hell we can buy information,” Sam said. “Our guide should be here soon then we’ll take out.”

Behind him, Rio stood quietly talking to his team while Steele and his team stood to the side, waiting. They were all mostly silent, their faces impassive.

A few moments later, a young man dressed in tattered pants and shirt appeared out of the dark. He wore a Western-style hoodie, but it was thin and holes riddled the sleeves and back.

“You are Sam Kelly?” the boy asked.

Sam took a step forward. “Yeah, that’s me. Are you Aamil?”

The boy nodded solemnly. “We must hurry. It is too open here. I’ll take you into the mountains.”

“Whoa, wait a minute,” Donovan said.

The boy turned, a slight frown on his face.

“What do you know about caves around the Korengal Valley? A big enough cave to house prisoners.”

Aamil swallowed nervously. “I know of a few, but they are heavily guarded. It’s too dangerous.”

“To hell with dangerous,” Garrett said. “P.J. and Cole can take them out with their hands tied behind their backs.”

“Glad you’re so confident in our abilities,” P.J. said dryly. “Do the rest of you plan to do anything or are Cole and I going in alone?”

“Smart-ass,” Cole muttered.

“I want to question the locals,” Sam said to Aamil. “I need to know where those caves are and what kind of activity is around them.”

Aamil hesitated. “It will cost you double what we agreed upon.”

“I don’t give a damn what it costs,” Sam growled. “Just take us there.”