Moira Rogers - Cipher

Fourteen months earlier Kat tried to open the office door three times before she realized she was using the wrong key.

Her cheeks heated as she lifted the ring until the silver keys caught the faint glint from the streetlight.

Dont say a damn word.

Next to her, Andrew chuckled. Hey, my lips are zipped.

Better be. God, she loved his laugh. And his smile. And his eyes. She was supposed to be mad at him, but her lips tugged up in a smile of her own as she found the right key. Thisll just take a few minutes, and then we can head back.

Im in no hurry. He rested his hand on the door and waited for her to unlock it. With Derek MIA right now, works a little weird.

The reminder brought a stab of worry. Derek was hip-deep in the latest shapeshifter mess, one that came with danger and execution orders and an instinctive need to bundle his baby cousin off into protective custody.

It was annoying. It was condescending. And it was hard to stay mad when protective custody meant spending time with Andreweven if he had gone over to the dark side by joining the ranks of the overprotective assholes.

She could fume at Derek. Shed never been good at staying angry at Andrew.

Kat unlocked the door, and it swung open without a squeak. Inside the office was dark, so dark that her mind jumped straight to all the things she and Andrew could do in the dark. Theoretical knowledge only, more was the pity, but sometimes she caught Andrew watching her in a way that made her think hed make it worth the wait.

Someday.

What were you looking for, again?

My binder with the research notes for this stupid OS class. The door clicked shut behind her, and she pivoted only to find herself staring up at Andrew, his handsome face turned darkly mysterious in the uncertain light.

For one perfect moment, the world went soft-focus. Awareness and potential filled the airnot the magical kind fueled by her empathic gifts, but plain, old-fashioned excitement.

Their friendship had danced along this line for months, no longer just friends but not yet something else.

The enormity of what they could be trembled inside her, whispering of epic love, humbling and intimidating. She still felt young and untried, too inexperienced for grown-up relationships with high stakes and ever afters.

She wasnt ready. Not yetbut soon, and it would be worth it.

He would be worth it.

Andrews thumb brushed her cheek. Youre making big eyes at me.

She wrinkled her nose and considered sticking out her tongue. I wouldnt be if youd let me come to the office by myself. This is revenge.

Nowhere by yourself, those are my orders.

The soft click to their left was out of place, and it took Kat a moment too long to figure out why.

Triumph spiked through the room in a painful lash of emotion so strong she staggered. Andrew reached out, but rough hands had already closed on her shoulders, dragging her back so fast her heels skittered across the carpet as she belatedly started to struggle.

Kat! Andrews voice shook with terrorand anger. Kat!

A dark figure loomed behind him, and Kats lips parted on a warning that came too late. Andrew Brutal fingers slammed over her mouth, muffling her enraged scream as a huge body crashed into Andrew. Her brain flitted in too many directions, and instinct took over. She crashed her heel down, aiming for her attackers toes, but pain splintered up her leg as her floppy sandal smashed against a steel-toed boot.

The man holding her laughed. Youre feisty for a human. Or are you the little psychic secretary?

They werent humans, not if they knew who she was. What she was. Dread froze her in place as Andrew struggled.

One of the dark-clad men punched him, a hard right across the jaw, but he continued to fight. He kicked a second intruder in the ribs, and the man stumbled back, gasping for breath.

Hot breath spilled across Kats ear, and terror cracked her shields, letting in a sick twist of Andrews pain and the exhilaration of his opponents. Feral, primalAndrew was an unanticipated but welcome game, a hunt in which they could indulge themselves.

Shapeshifters.

The second the thought formed, her attacker tightened his grip. Were not here to hurt you, but if your friend doesnt stop fighting, well kill him.

With his emotions sliding over her skin like slime, she knew the words for truth. As soon as the hand eased from her mouth, her begging plea tumbled out. Andrew, stop. God, she sounded scared. She was scared. Andrew was strong for a human, but shapeshifters would rip him to pieces. Please, Andrew!

The shifters stepped back, forming a half-circle as their prey rose and faced them. The man behind her growled. Tell us where Jacobsons safe houses are. I dont want to torture you into talking, but I will.

For a moment, she thought Andrew might back down. Then one of the men made a low noise of anticipation, and Andrew swung.

He was going to die, trying to protect her.

She was going to watch it happen.

Fear shattered into a thousand pieces and took her self-control with it, the breakdown so complete that she didnt realize shed lost her grip on her empathic projection until everyone in the office froze.

The hands on her shoulders clenched until she thought they might crush bone. One of the men shuddered, a queer-sounding whimper ripping free from his throat. Low, terrifiedbarely human, and so afraid.

You goddamned little bitch Rough fingers twisted in her hair, but it was too late. Someone jerked her head back hard enough to bring tears to her eyes, and the pain intensified the fear flooding the room.

A low curse ended on a snarl as one of the men began to shift. Andrew yelled something, but the words disappeared in a cacophony of angry yips and howls as a second man shifted, tearing free of his clothing.

So fast. It happened so fast. One second she was staggering under the weight of her attackers anger, the next she was on her knees and Andrew-Andrew lay on the floor, his clothes rent and dark with blood. Bleeding, and so pale, clutching at his stomach with one hand and his throat with the other-Dying.

Fear vanished. Pain followed, leaving sweet, icy numbness behind. Cold, cold, cold, she was so cold she should be shivering. So cold they should all be shivering.

Shed make them shiver.

Shed make them crawl.

The power had always been there, a burden and a nuisance. Shields kept it contained, but nothing could contain the protective rage gathering just under the surface.

She took Andrews pain. There was so much it should have split her in two, but she took it. Her nails scratched against the rough carpet as she took his anger too, his anger at himself for not being able to protect her. She took the shapeshifters rage and their fear and their determination to see her dead, she took her own breaking heart and the ice that would never melt.

She took it all, then took Andrew himself and imagined him safe in her arms, safe in the numbness making the world a distant dream. With him wrapped in her shields, she stripped her soul bare and let everything go in a terrifying thrust of power that hollowed her out and left her trembling.

Her pulse pounded in her ears. Throbbed in her temples. Everything was silent, so silent she was sure shed failed-And then the screaming started.

Someone was cooking waffles.

For one disoriented moment, trapped between sleep and waking, Kat thought she was home again. A teenager, safe in her uncles house with her aunt making breakfast and her parents alive and the world at her fingertips. If she rolled out of bed, shed find hot chocolate waiting for her in the kitchen, and her aunt would ask her about the boy in her math class and laugh when she blushed