Mind Game (26 page)

“I’ve called for an ambulance, Dahlia, and the NCIS has agents coming as well. Lily’s contacted them, and they’ll be here in a few minutes.” Nicolas couldn’t look at her. She was as white as a sheet, her eyes too large for her face. Her body trembled under the strain of the aftermath of so many deaths. She’d already been sick once, and he could see her fighting for breath. She was soaking wet and streaked with mud from traveling along the river’s edge. He had no idea how she managed to get to him, lugging his pack along with her. The pack weighed as she much as she did, but she was there, her eyes filling with tears and tearing out his heart. There wasn’t a damned thing he could do about it either. “We can’t be here when they come.”

“You can save him, Nicolas,” Dahlia said. “I know you can. I feel the power in the room with us. You have to try. He won’t last until the ambulance gets here. You know he won’t. You told me your grandfather felt it in you a long time ago. He could heal, so can you.”

“I told you I couldn’t heal anyone, Dahlia. I’ve never been able to.” Failing her left him feeling worse than he had felt at any other time in his life. “I’m sorry, I wish I could save him for you, but I can’t.” It wasn’t as if he couldn’t feel the power moving through his body. It was there, a tight coil he could never unfurl. He had tried so hard in his youth to learn the secret, spent time in the mountains on vision quests, had meditated, all to no avail. He couldn’t bring the power out of his body and into another’s no matter how grave the injury or how important the need.

“There’s all this energy bombarding me, surrounding us. It’s violent and ugly, but we’ve mixed it before, we can do it again, this time use it for something good. You have my crystals in your pack. I can aim and focus the energy through the crystals. You kept us joined while you were here alone, you can keep us joined so you can use the energy. I’ve never been able to release energy through crystals but I think you can.”

“I don’t know the first thing about crystals, Dahlia.” He didn’t. His people used herbs and smoke and spirits, not rock and mineral.

“I know about crystals.” The energy was flowing to her from every part of the house, rushing to overtake her like a great tsunami. She rocked back and forth, pressing her teeth together, fighting to stay conscious. “We have to do it now, Nicolas.”

He dropped to his knees beside her. “We can’t stay here, Dahlia. It’s too dangerous, and the cops are going to be trigger-happy when they find the dead bodies outside. I’ll try, but we have no more than a few minutes. Then we go.” He was already pulling her crystal spheres from the pack. “Which ones?”

“The amethyst to focus. The rose quartz for healing.” She reached for the familiar balls, her fingertips gliding over the surfaces. At once the calming affect relieved some of the terrible pressure building throughout her body.

Nicolas put his hands over Jesse Calhoun’s chest. His hands felt icy cold. He felt the power moving inside him, but there was a barrier he couldn’t begin to bridge. For Dahlia’s sake, he began the age-old healing chant his Lakota grandfather had taught him.

Dahlia reached out, the crystals tight in her fists, and laid her hands, palm down, over Nicolas’s. At once he felt a jolt through his body, a sizzling whip of electricity, and the hot flow of energy pushing through Dahlia to him and back again. The heat emanating from the spheres seared his skin as he passed his hands over Jesse’s body. His discipline stood him in good stead, not allowing anything into his mind but the healing of the NCIS agent’s torn and mangled body. The steady beating of the heart. The flow of blood through the arteries and veins.

Nicolas felt the burn of the energy swelling in volume, flowing around him and through him, a turbulent mass increasing in strength as Dahlia focused and aimed it through the crystal spheres. She pressed the amethyst into his hands. For a moment time seemed to stand still. A strange purplish-pink light glowed beneath Nicolas’s palms and radiated out over Jesse’s body. Nicolas blinked, and it was gone, perhaps only a figment of his imagination, but the heat was all too real. Power shifted inside his body, the tight coil slowly began to unfurl, to spread and grow.

He no longer felt himself, but a part of something vastly larger, atoms stretching through the universe, flowing around him, gathering inside of him. Dahlia put the rose quartz in his hands and at once he felt the flow of energy. It moved through his body, sizzled in his veins and arteries, even his brain, drawing always toward his hands, toward the crystals there. Toward the mangled body of Jesse Calhoun. The light glowed brightly beneath his palms, radiated around Jesse and seemed to sear over the wounds, almost cauterizing them as the power flowed from him to the man lying so still on the floor.

Red lights flashed along the walls, breaking the spell. Nicolas let his breath out slowly and pulled back into himself, feeling strangely drained. He slumped over Calhoun, staggering for a moment. Dahlia reached out to steady him. He looked down at her small hands on his arm and then at Jesse Calhoun. The man’s eyes were open, and he was staring at him with a kind of awe.

“What did you do?”

“The police are coming. An ambulance. I’ve got people standing by to intercept and keep you safe, Calhoun. We’ve got to go, but you’re going to live.”

Calhoun’s gaze shifted to Dahlia. “Someone wants her dead.” His eyes closed and he seemed to slip back into an unconscious state.

Nicolas answered him anyway, just in case he could still hear. “She’ll be safe with me.” At once Nicolas tossed the spheres into his pack, noting almost absently that they were still warm. “We’ve got to go now, Dahlia.”

She stared down at Jesse’s body. He was breathing easier, and the blood no longer seeped from the wounds on his calves. The bones were obviously shattered, but his color seemed better and the bluish tinge was gone from around his mouth.

“I think it helped, Nicolas. I really do.” Dahlia took the agent’s pulse. “His heart is stronger.”

“We’ve got to get out of here now, Dahlia.” Nicolas caught her arm in a firm grip, tugging at her to get her away from Calhoun’s side. “Can’t you hear the sirens? The police are going to be swarming around this building soon, and we can’t be here.”

“I’m staying with Jesse,” Dahlia said quietly. “I’m not leaving him like this.”

“You’re coming with me,” Nicolas stated, his bronzed features settling into harsh, implacable lines. “Calhoun is either going to live or he’s going to die, but staying here and sacrificing your life isn’t going to change his fate. Get on your feet Dahlia, or I’m carrying you out of here.”

She had never heard Nicolas use that particular tone before. She could hear the sirens getting closer and closer. “I can take going to jail,” she said.

“You won’t go to jail, Dahlia, you’ll die,” Nicolas said. He took several steps toward the door, simply dragging her smaller body with him. “Think with your brain, not your heart. Someone took a shot through the window at you in the safe house. Who knew about the safe house? It was a member of the NCIS, it had to be. The people you work for. Are you going to believe that was an accident? They weren’t sent there to kill you, I read that in the team leader’s mind. They were supposed to go in soft, going in to see what had gone wrong. They should have been checking to see who was in the house, get you out safely, and protect you until they caught whoever was responsible, yet someone got trigger-happy.” He shifted his pack to his other hand and kept moving. Dahlia was coming with him, slower than he would have liked, but listening rather than fighting him. “Who knew about the sanitarium? The others couldn’t have followed you there. They arrived
before
you. Someone had to have tipped them off.”

“What about Jesse? If what you’re implying is true, he could be in danger as well.” But she was picking up the pace, knowing what he said made sense. Too much sense. Someone had betrayed Jesse Calhoun and sent the wolves after Dahlia. It was why everything about the mission had gone wrong. Someone Jesse trusted had tipped off the enemy. Nicolas couldn’t fight off the police any more than she could, and Calhoun would die if they took him with them.

“Lily’s sending the GhostWalkers in to protect him. I laid it out for her when I called her. She knows he needs protection, and she has the military contacts to make certain he’ll get it. No one’s going to kill him in front of the cops. They’ll be planning to make their try at the hospital, but they won’t have the chance. Lily’s got a helicopter standing by for him. He’ll get the best care possible. Either what we did will work and he’ll hold until they get to him, or it won’t, but we gave him a chance. That’s all we can do for him.” He caught her shirt and tugged her away from the entrance. “Not that way. Go through the window on the river side. We’re going to have to go into the river. They’ll put a spotter in the air so we’ll have to get completely out of this area.”

She switched directions immediately, hesitating only a moment when she had to step over a body before going to the window. The glass was shattered and she went through the opening, uncaring of the few remaining shards. As many times as Nicolas had viewed the tapes of Dahlia, he still found her physical abilities astounding. She somersaulted through the narrow opening, landed on her feet, and hit the ground running, heading for the river. She was small enough that it was nearly impossible to see her in the darker shadows once she gained the river’s edge.

Pandemonium broke out in the driveway as police cars and an ambulance screamed to a halt. In the distance, Nicolas could hear the helicopter. He moved as fast as he dared across the open space until he gained the river. The police would search the water. It wasn’t a refuge. Dahlia hadn’t waited for him, but was already making her escape, not wanting the new rush of energy to overtake her as the police, pumped with adrenaline, searched the area.

The current was strong and fast moving and Nicolas worried about Dahlia’s smaller body being carried away from him. He caught up with her, reaching out to snag her shirt as the current took them downstream. She kept her legs tucked and floated in silence without looking at him, but he could feel the way her body trembled and shuddered continually.

Nicolas couldn’t help the surge of triumph invading his mind. He was certain they had managed to save Jesse Calhoun’s life. There was no real way of knowing until Lily had a chance to inform him of Calhoun’s condition, but he’d felt the power moving through him into Calhoun. Even if it only happened that one time, it was worth everything to him. His fist tightened in Dahlia’s shirt. She’d made it happen. It had been Dahlia who opened the flood-gates to allow him to utilize the healing power he’d been born with. Dahlia had handed him his lifelong dream and didn’t seem to realize the significance of what she’d done. She took psychic energy for granted because she’d known no other way of life. He’d struggled from his boyhood vision through an adult nightmare, and she had just made all of it worthwhile.

Dahlia.

I’m cold.

Everything in him stilled. It was the first complaint Nicolas heard her make. There was no whining in her tone, just a simple statement of fact, but it alarmed him.

We’ll be out of this soon. I’ve got us a place to spend the night. It even has hot water.

He stayed very close to her as they floated part of the way, allowing the river to carry them downstream faster. When the current began to increase in strength, Nicolas caught at Dahlia and dragged her smaller body to the edge of the river, staying in among the reeds and rocks. She didn’t resist him or try to pull away from him. That was nearly as alarming as her complaint.

Dahlia lay on the riverbank listening to the distant sounds of the chaos reigning at the house they’d just left. There were clouds in the sky and clouds in her mind. She had nothing left. Not her home or her family or even her possessions. Now, she wasn’t even certain her job at NCIS was left. Did they think she was the traitor? That she’d sold out for money? That she’d been a party to Jesse’s torture and her family’s murder? Someone in the home office of the NCIS had traded information on her for a great deal of money. She hoped it was worth it to them, because it left her with nothing.

“Are you all right, Dahlia?” Waves of sorrow poured off her. While he was feeling his most triumphant, almost a euphoric feeling, she was grieving. Nicolas swept back the cloud of wet hair from her face. “What are you thinking about?”

“Home. Family. Betrayal.” She turned her head to look at him. “You’re right, of course. Someone had to have sold me out. No one else knew about me other than a few I took my orders from. I was classified, their secret weapon. Someone at NCIS sold Jesse and me out for whatever those poor professors discovered.”

“The stealth torpedo.”

“I hate that thing.” Dahlia shivered. “We need a boat. Stealing is my specialty. Give me a few minutes and I’ll have transportation. At night, in the bayou, the canals all look the same on the waterway,” she added as a precaution.

“I’ll get us there, Dahlia,” Nicolas promised. He considered protesting as she slipped away to find a boat for them, but decided against it. He had respect for her skills. She knew what she was doing. Maybe that was what worried him the most. If she wanted to slip away from him . . . this was her territory. She knew the bayou, and she knew the islands. He could find her, but it would take time.

He thought about her tone.
Home. Family. Betrayal.
He had experienced the loss of his grandfathers and his world had turned upside down. Dahlia was grieving in the midst of running for her life. She had spent most of her life being betrayed on some level, and he was asking her to trust a complete stranger. Not only to trust him with her life, but with her heart.

“Are you going to go to sleep or come with me?” Dahlia’s voice called to him from the water. Few people could sneak up on him without his knowledge, and the fact that she had reinforced his belief that she was a true GhostWalker.

He sat up and searched the river. There was no boat that he could see, but he followed the sound of her voice, walking through the reeds around a narrow bend. The boat lay low on the surface, Dahlia barely a dark shadow sitting in one end. Nicolas lowered the pack into the boat, regarding it with a prejudiced eye. “Are you certain that will hold me? Is it a child’s toy? A raft?”