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A huge burst of psychic power, Judd knew, could do that. "If they'd had a full Squad, they could've done the whole village at once. "
"Yes. But I suppose our little rebellion only merited two or three men. The ones who did come were powerful - ten men died in the first three minutes. " Soft words, Xavier's hands remaining flat on his knees. "I managed to run Nina out through the jungle. . . and then I told her to jump in the river. "
Judd had seen that river, seen the crumbling remains of what had once been a thriving village. "It was the only way out. "
"It was a four-story fall - and Nina was never the strongest of swimmers. " Xavier's hands curled, crushing the fabric of his white pants, part of the simple clothing of a Second Reformation priest. "But I promised her God would look after her, and then I kissed her good-bye. As she jumped, I prayed to God to keep her safe, to watch over her. "
Judd knew without asking that Nina had never been found. "Why didn't you jump with her?"
"You're a soldier - you wouldn't have left either. " Xavier took a deep breath. "Turns out my head is harder than anyone knew. The Psy blast knocked me out, but I regained consciousness hours later. "
"A natural shield," Judd said. "Pure chance that you had it, that it was tough enough to deflect the hit. " It was likely, he thought, that the Psy team had been using as little power as possible, because not even a natural shield could protect against a full telepathic blow. "You should be dead. "
"The assassins obviously didn't bother to check to make sure I was - though I guess I was dead for the six months I spent drunk. " He spread his hands again. "You're quiet, my friend. "
From behind them, the Ghost finally spoke. "I'm waiting to hear the answer to Judd's question. "
Judd had heard the other man come in, heard him lock the door, but hadn't turned. It was part of their unspoken code, one that kept faith with the Psy rebel who was both ruthless and - in his own way - utterly loyal.
"The answer," Judd said, "is that so long as Xavier believes in God, he can believe that Nina lives, that she somehow survived. "
"That logic is inherently flawed," the Ghost pointed out, but there was something in his voice that Judd couldn't quite catch.
Xavier shook his head. "There is no logic to it, my friend. It has everything to do with the heart and nothing to do with the head. "
The Ghost said nothing. Judd hadn't expected him to. A man didn't survive the high-stakes game the other rebel was playing by being anything less than pure ice.
"So," Judd said, "why did you want to meet?"
The Ghost passed a data crystal over Judd's shoulder. "There have been some changes in the Arrow Squad. "
Catching the crystal, Judd slid it into a pocket. "Deaths?"
"Seven men are currently being held in a facility deep in the Dinarides, a remote mountain range along the Adriatic. There's a possibility they've all been taken off Jax. "
Judd took several minutes to think of the implications of such a radical shift. "Either it's as a result of a medical reaction - "
" - or the Arrows have decided Ming is no longer the leader they want to follow," the Ghost completed.
"Would it be that easy?" Xavier asked. "Won't the M-Psy be monitoring their reactions?"
"The medic in charge of monitoring Jax reactions is always another Arrow," Judd said quietly. "If that Arrow is no longer loyal to Ming . . . "
"What will they do if it's the latter?" the Ghost asked. "If they intend to take the leadership from Ming?"
"I won't betray my fellow Arrows. " Each and every Arrow had been shaped by his or her ability, all of them lethal, all of them destroying their chances of a normal life. The fact that Judd was now on the other side of the war did nothing to sever that bond.
"The PsyNet can't handle rogue Arrows," the Ghost argued. "They could destabilize the entire system. "
"No," Judd said. "An Arrow's first task is to maintain Silence. They'll do nothing to undermine the stability of the Net. "
The Ghost didn't say anything further. Theirs was an alliance of equals, and the rebel knew Judd would not bend on this, as the Ghost wouldn't when it came to protecting the Net. It was Xavier who next spoke. "And you, my friend, what is your first loyalty?"
That was a question the Ghost had never answered. But it wasn't, Judd thought, the simple need to put the Net into better hands. Something far more personal drove the rebel.
Now, the Ghost rose. "I'll answer that question when I've completed the task demanded by that loyalty. "
Until then, Judd thought, they'd continue to fight this war, not knowing if, when push came to shove, it would be the Ghost's logic or his ruthlessness that would prevail.
Chapter 45
Dev had the jet fly them to a private landing strip near his home in Vermont. Having had to make the long drive from the isolated bed-and-breakfast to the airstrip where the jet was waiting, they arrived in the late afternoon. Jack had called earlier to delay their meeting till the following day, so Dev had a few hours' grace, and he needed that time to think, to plan. Not only about what he'd say to his cousin, but also about how to end Ming's terrorization of Katya.
His hand fisted so tight, his bones ground together.
"Stop it. " Katya put her hand over his. "Don't let him destroy you. " Her voice was husky, she'd been trying to talk him out of his decision since before dawn.
"Should I let him destroy you instead?" He curled his fingers around hers.
"Dev. "
He didn't say anything, and she finally went quiet. The rest of the trip passed in an edgy silence, but he didn't make the mistake of thinking she'd given up.
"I thought you needed to return to New York," she said as they walked into his home. She frowned. "Dev, was the door unlocked?"
"No. "
Her concern evaporated as she realized he'd probably had some kind of a remote in the car. "New York?"
Striding upstairs to throw their duffels into his bedroom, he called back over his shoulder, "I need some quiet time. "
As she watched him come back down the stairs, she found a thread of laughter inside her. "So we'll be sleeping in separate bedrooms tonight?"
Leaning against the wall, he crooked a finger. "Come here and I'll tell you. "
"Do you think I was born yesterday?" Folding her arms, she shook her head. "I'm staying right here, Mr. Santos. "
He straightened, the barest hint of a smile curving his lips. "Then I guess I'll have to come to you. "
An almost desperate need took hold of her as he walked over. Her time was running out. She hadn't had a nosebleed today, but a headache pounded at the back of her skull with relentless force. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. It made her want to curl up in a little ball and whimper.
But she wasn't going to waste time doing that, not when she had so little left.
Dev's smile turned grim as he came to stand in front of her. "How bad is it?" His fingers settled gently on her temples.
She melted into the touch. "I thought you weren't that strong a telepath. "
"I was waiting for you to tell me," he said. "Or were you going to pretend you were fine?"
She recognized that she was being reprimanded, even though it was being done in that quiet, reasonable voice. "There's not much we can do. I have to deal with it using the usual mental exercises. "
"They haven't worked for the past ten minutes, have they?"
Realizing his mind was far too acute to miss anything, she gave in. "Do you have an alternative?"
"Possibly," he said, to her surprise. "My ancestors were a rebellious lot, in case you hadn't guessed. "
"Really?"
That got her a small smile. "Cheek suits you. " A kiss so tender, tears burned at the backs of her eyes. "Sometime after they dropped out of the Net, one of the M-Psy started questioning the accepted knowledge that Psy react badly to all narcotics and painkillers. " His fingers dri
fted down to the back of her head, pressing lightly.
It felt so good, she couldn't stop her little murmur of relief. "Did the M-Psy find a solution?" she said after almost a minute.
"Not a drug one. " He shook his head. "You full-bloods are appallingly weak. "
"And you half-bloods can't even telepath a foot. "
A nip at her lower lip. "But, he did figure out a way to alleviate pain through the use of pressure points during massage. "
"Did your ancestors pass the knowledge on to those in the PsyNet?"
"What do you think?"
Sighing, she placed her forehead against his chest, realizing the pain was already starting to fade. "The Council wouldn't have wanted any such close-contact healing when Silence was so young, so easily broken. "
His fingers went down her neck, to her shoulders, then back up. "Yes. And then later, the touching would've gone against the conditioning. "
"Sounds about right. " Her arms were around his waist, the heat of him a familiar stroke. I'll miss you so. Dev trusted her enough to let her roam the house and grounds alone now. He'd never expect her to run. But she had to. Because if she didn't, she was terrified she'd lose herself to Ming's control, try to spill Dev's blood.
And once she was gone, Dev would have to drop his idea of going after Ming - no plan would work without her active participation. He'd be safe.
"Come to bed," he murmured against her ear. "I'm in a good mood - I'll give you a full-body massage. "
"How generous," she teased, headache less than a dull throb now. "This has nothing to do with getting your hands on my naked body?"
Kisses brushed along the shell of her ear. "Of course it does - I don't massage for free. "