Keri Arthur - Tempting Evil (Riley Jensen, Guardian, Book 3)

TEMPTING EVIL
A Dell Book / March 2007

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Copyright 2007 by Keri Arthur

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A LSO BY K ERI A RTHUR

Full Moon Rising

Kissing Sin

Chapter 14

I d never felt anything like it before. The pain was real, and yet it wasnt. It washed fire across every nerve ending, but the agony of it didnt linger for more than a heartbeat or two. Even so, my limbs trembled with sudden weakness. It was almost as if my strength was being sucked away by the pain.

Or maybe it wasnt the pain. Maybe it was Rhoan, calling on my strength because his own was failing. It wasnt something wed ever figured possible, because we couldnt share thoughts and, up until now, had never shared the pain of hurts. Though we certainly knew when the other was either emotionally or physically wounded, and wed always been able to find each otheran ability that had saved us both over the last few months.

If I was feeling this from Rhoan now, he was in trouble. Life-or-deathtype trouble.

Panic hit like a club, sucking away my breath.

I didnt know what was happening to him, but I sure as hell intended to find out. I took a deep breath and staggered to my feet. Only to have my neck caught in a vise-like grip and my back shoved violently against the wall.

You betrayed us, didnt you? Bernas face was inches from mine, her expression contorted with the rage that trembled through her entire body. We trusted you not to say anything, but you did.

If she wanted a reply, she wasnt going to get it. Not when her grip was so damn tight breathing had become a sudden luxury. I reached up, grabbed her hand, and pried her fingers away from my neck before thrusting her back and away.

Surprise flickered through her eyes. Despite the fact Id beaten them both, Berna still had no idea as to my true strength.

What the fuck are you talking about? I rubbed my neck and fought the urge to run, to find and rescue my brother. Something else had obviously gone wrongsomething I needed to know.

Nerida tried to kill Merle. Only he was ready for it. Waiting for it. That could only have happened if hed been warned.

And the fact that the kitchen had been bombed then the entire power grid had gone down had absolutely nothing to do with his readiness. These two might have been good rangers, but they couldnt have been leaders. They werent forward thinkers.

I shook my head in disgust. Let me guess. You were treating Merle as an ordinary target, werent you?

Thats because he is a normal target, even if he is a half-breed. She took a step forward, her huge paws clenched and ready for action.

I held up a finger in warning. Dont even think about it, Berna, because Ill break your fucking neck. Then who will be left to rescue that stupid fox bitch?

In an even fight I can take you, wolf.

I snorted softly. You have no chance, Berna, just as Nerida had no chance.

A fox-shifter will always beat a half-breed who has not been warned. It is the way of the world. Full bloods are stronger, fasterespecially when the half-breed is part human.

That might be true if we were actually dealing with a normal half-breed. But in the case of Moss and Merle, were not. Theyre genetically engineered humans who have been implanted with the DNA of several races. They arent normal in any sense of the word.

She blinked. What?

I warned you there was more to this. Starr is not only the leader of one of the nastiest cartels in Melbourne, hes also the head of a lab that has been playing in the DNA gene pool for several generations. Her eyes widened as the implications of my words hit her. Did you honestly think those winged things were a product of nature? Did you really think the zoo was nothing more than a collection of misfits?

Well, Ive seen stranger things She stopped. Why should I trust anything you say?

Because as a former ranger, you were trained by the military to see beyond the surface. You must know things are not what they seem in this place. I shifted my stance from one foot to the other. I needed to get out there, to hunt down my brother and beat the crap out of whoever it was causing him pain. I dont really care if you believe me or not. But I promise you, if people I care about die because of your interference, you will pay.

You cant know of our military service. Our files are sealed against public perusal.

Who said I was public?

She blew out a breath. Weve walked into the middle of a major operation, havent we?

Yeah, and might well have blown it.

Fuck. She thrust a hand through her short hair. What can I do?

I held up my hand rather than answering. From down the hall came the rough voicesthe guards were doing a bed check. I grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around myself to hide my bloody state. We waited in silence until our turn came, answering accordingly when our names were called out. They didnt ask about Nerida, so they obviously knew her fate.

When the guards moved away, I said, Help me rescue my partner, then together well see what we can do about yours. But if we do get her free, I want you both out of here.

Your partner has been caught?

Caught, tortured, and on the move. But not under his own steam. Yes. I need to get him out of here.

How? They have guards on all exits at the moment. No one is getting in or out.

Lets concentrate on one problem at a time.

I threw the blanket to one side, then turned on my heel and walked out. Berna followed, her larger feet slapping heavily against the floor, drowning out any noise my footfalls were making. I pushed open the exit door and stepped into the cool night air. The guard looked at us but didnt say anything. He was human. He wouldnt have seen or smelled the blood and sweat and fear riding my body.

Whered they take Nerida? I asked, as we moved away.

To the pens, wherever they are. Shes slotted in as the after-dinner entertainment.

Against those winged things? I followed the path around to the left, following instinct and that tenuous, fragile thread that linked Rhoan and me.

Yeah. If she happens to survive that, she wins the right to fight Merle. Bernas gaze was grim when it met mine. We both know that isnt going to happen, but Nerida cant or wont see reason. Revenge has blinded her.

I opened my mouth to say it was stupid, but the truth was, I could understand it. If something happened to Rhoan, hell itself wouldnt stand a chance against my desire to get even. To make someone pay.

Which means she wont want to leave, even if we do rescue her.

Shell leave. I promise you that.

It was a promise she had better keep, or Jack would have both their heads. He didnt have much patience for those who got in the way of Directorate operations.

We padded along the path, heading toward the front of the house. Guards watched our progress, and, after a few seconds, I felt the return of my watcher. This one was a wolf, meaning he would track me better than the first one.

How the hell was I going to rescue Rhoan when I had a tail that would report all suspicious actions back to Starr?

Unless, of course, a little distraction was provided.

I stopped near the end of the house. An old green truck with canvas sides was being loaded near one of the machinery sheds. Though I couldnt see my brother, the link between us said he was there, already inside. As we watched, the last few boxes were loaded, then the back of the truck lifted and locked into place. No one got in the back. Two men got into the cab. Time to get moving.