Tessa Teevan - Incinerate

SHE FUCKED my brother.

I have to laugh as I hear Jace swear while the other guys suck in their breaths. In all the years Ive known Jace, Ive never opened up about the blood-sucking bitch known as Megan Caldwell. The first couple of years after boot camp, he was always going on and on about this supposed dime he had back home, but one night I found myself carrying his drunk ass out of a bar in Germany after hed found out that she was engaged. The guy was a fucking wreck, and it only confirmed my belief that woman are fucking blood suckers. Ready to suck the life out of you and then leave you high, dry, and heartbroken. Fuck women. Fuck them all.

And thats my motto. Fuck them all, care about none.

But Jace Hes an enigma. He loves his woman more than anything. This whole conversation into why Im so jaded about relationships started when his pansy ass took her damn picture out of his cargo pocket, the same way he does on every mission. His fucking eyes light up when he sees her smile, and although I give him shit, sometimes I think I want that. Then I remember my motto and Megan and I forget about any happily ever after for me.

The past ten years, J. Mac and I have been brothers. We bonded as we worked our asses off to become two of the best EOD specialists in the Army. I was hardened to love when I joined the Army, but in Boot Camp, Jace was a fucking puppy. Alexa this, Alexa that. The guys started calling him Romeo, and I know he loved it, even if he wouldnt admit it.

When we got stationed at the same post after training, the light in his eyes had faded. All he told me was that she was gone. He was different. He became hardcore on the job. Volunteering for every mission, no matter how dangerous.

Two years later, when we were on R&R in Germany, he finally spilled after too many beers. She was getting married. And he, the bravest soldier Id ever met, was crying in his beer. That, combined with the fucking agony Megan had brought on, made me swear off love. But enough about him. If hes happy now, Im cool with that, but I know its not in the cards for me.

Dude, was that the same brother you stayed with? J. Mac asks, brows furrowed.

I snort at the thought. Nope, that was my younger brother. The other douche We dont talk much.

Its true. We dont talk. His story was that Megan had told him that wed broken up. He didnt give a shit that it was lie. Fuck, he was happy to be screwing my sloppy seconds. He always had some weird competition thing with me, and when I caught them, I swear he fucking smiled.

So the next day I walked straight to the recruiters office and joined the Army. Megan and I were supposed to go to the University of Tennessee together, and I couldnt stomach the thought of even being on campus with her anymore, so when I saw an ad on TV for the Army, I spontaneously decided that getting as far away as possible sounded like the best new plan for me. Mom screamed; Dad said that hed disown me. For the first time in my life, I took the silver spoon out of my mouth, and Ive never looked back.

And now Im pissed off that Im even thinking about it. Theyre all lost to me. Its been over ten years and my younger brother Cohen is the only one who gives a shit, and Ive already been giving them more thought in the past few minutes than I have in a long time.

I park the MRAPP and the guys check the perimeter. Montgomery signals the all clear, but before I get out, Jace touches my arm.

Youll find her, man. And I cant fuckin wait, he says, grinning as he gets out, and I want to kick his ass for even wishing that for me.

Scowling, I exit the vehicle and begin to move towards the suspicious area. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch a glint. I turn around to face the Hindu Kush Mountains. Dont let popular belief fool you. Afghanistan is beautiful, with mountains and hills and poppy fields full of gorgeous color. The problem is, those very things can hold threats. I get J. Macs attention, and he gives me a questionable look.

A shiver runs down my spine as another reflection comes off a hill nearby.

I think weve got a spotter, I tell him.

Looking at Jace, I see his mouth move as an explosion sounds in my ear. The bomb blast rips through my body, throwing me at least twenty feet in the air. Pain immediately tears throughout me, and shrapnel slices my skin to shreds. When I hit the pavement, I can feel the crunching of bones in my back and my arm, and the wind is knocked out of me, making it difficult to breathe.

When I look towards where Jace was one last time, I see him lying on the ground, his eyes closing before I can tell if hes okay. My head is the last thing to smash against the road, and as it hits, another explosion of bright light bursts in my mind. My vision starts to blur due to the slamming force of it. No longer able to keep my eyes open, I close them, all the while trying to fight like hell to keep from succumbing to the darkness, but its no use.

I can feel myself drifting off, and instead of flashes of my life and loved ones running through my mind, I see nothing. Absolutely nothing. Im fucking alone, and Im going to die this way in this godforsaken country. Shattered. Broken. And completely alone.

Knox

THE SOUND of slow, steady beeps fills my ears as my mind attempts to determine what the hell is going on. My eyelids are heavy and my lips feel unbearably dry, but worst of all is the pain thats radiating throughout my entire body. My brain is foggy and struggling to make sense of where I am. Somethings covering my nose and mouth, and although I want to break free, I cant bring myself to move. Feeling the cool air blowing on my face, I can tell that its an oxygen mask, and I wonder what the hell happened to me.

A small hand grasps my wrist, sending a deep shockwave of stinging pain all the way up my arm. Wincing, I try to move it, but something heavy is holding it down. Im almost ready to open my eyes when I finally hear a voice. Her voice. The voice I could never hear again and still die a happy man.

He looks awful. Please tell me Knox is going be okay. I hear the sugary sweet Southern drawl of Megan Caldwell Wellington. Jesus, Im half fucking dead and shes still haunting me.

I feel a small hand slip into mine, and a wave of irritation passes through me at her touch. Why the hell is she even here? Matter of fact, where in the hell is here, anyway? The last thing I remember is watching Jaces eyes go wide when he realized what I was trying to tell him. A light bulb clicks on in my brain and Im plagued with thoughts about my team.

Racking my brain, I replay the entire scene in front of me. I was the closest guy to the blast, so if Im alive, I would think its safe to assume that everyone else is okay. But this is fucking war, and assumptions cantand shouldntever be made. Knowing I shouldve seen that spotter well before I did, with enough time to get my guys out of there, Ill go fucking insane if anything happened to any of them. As if on cue, another voice speaks, pulling me out of my thoughts.

Its been touch and go, but the doctors say his vital signs are good. The brain swellings gone down, and this morning they took him off the medicine that was keeping him in the medically-induced coma. Cohen said they told him he should be coming out of it any time today, Jace informs her.

Relief washes over me when I realize that hes okay. I know I like to keep myself closed off from a lot of people, but Jace is my brother in every sense of the word, save the biological part. Now that I know hes good, I try to process what I just heard. A coma? I vaguely remember my head slamming against the ground, and the light pounding in my head makes sense now. Come to think of it, Im aching all over, but before I can give it any more thought, the sound of an opening door echoes in the silence and I hear a huff before the loud What the fuck? that follows.