Part 3 (1/2)

He leaned closer. ”Mackenzie, if you're in trouble, we can help. You don't have to worry about us getting hurt, either. That's what-” The bell above the door rang again, and Jackson shut his mouth as Mackenzie turned to the new arrivals with a smile pasted on her face.

”s.h.i.+t!” It was Alec's voice, and Jackson turned just in time to see his partner catch Kat as she staggered. Her face had blanched, and her wide blue eyes fastened on Mackenzie with something akin to shock. Jackson had seen the expression before-whenever Kat opened herself to the emotions around her and found herself overwhelmed.

”Dammit.” He shot off the stool. When he reached Kat, he wrapped his hands around her upper arms and tried to catch her gaze. ”Kat? Hey, Kat, come on. Snap out of it, okay?”

She blinked. ”I lost it,” she whispered in a shaky voice. ”She's so scared...”

He raised a hand to her face and kept her gaze locked with his. ”Yeah, I know. But it's okay, Kat. We'll fix it.”

She closed her eyes. As soon as she did, Alec swung her up in his arms and nodded past Jackson.

Mackenzie had come to the edge of the bar, her face tight and her fingers clenched around the edge. ”Is there anything I can do? Should I call someone?”

Alec answered before Jackson could. ”I don't suppose you could find Nicole for us? Tell her Kat's out here and she's feeling a bit light-headed.”

Mackenzie's gaze slid back to Jackson. ”Of course. She should be in the back.”

After she hurried away, Jackson looked back to Alec and groaned. ”Oh, don't start with me. Not right now.” He moved toward a booth and shoved the table to one side, making plenty of room for Alec to place Kat on one of the dark vinyl benches.

Alec settled her and crouched next to the bench. ”Kat. Hey, look at me, kiddo.”

The young woman's eyes opened slowly. ”It's okay. I'm okay. I just wasn't expecting-” She swallowed. ”Jesus Christ, Jackson. If I was as scared as she is, I'd be hiding under my d.a.m.n bed, whimpering. It's not just that, she's-” She shook her head and made a vague gesture, her frustration at being unable to express herself evident in her tight tone. ”G.o.d. It's like she's dying, bit by bit. Someone ripped her up inside.”

Jackson fought the anger rising within him. If some b.a.s.t.a.r.d was after Mackenzie and he got his hands him... ”I should have warned you. I'd planned on it, I just...”

He'd just been distracted.

She hissed in a sudden breath. ”Jackson, please-”

Alec rose, crowding Jackson and forcing him away from the bench. ”Lock it down,” he whispered fiercely. ”I get that you're p.i.s.sed, but Kat can't handle it right now.”

”I got it.” He averted his eyes and tried to focus, tried to tamp down the rage and irritation. After a moment, his emotions eased. ”I'm fine.” He shot Alec a bland look. ”You want to back up off of me now?”

His partner studied his face and nodded shortly. ”If someone's chasing her, we don't want to attract any attention by going through official channels. I'll take Kat back to the office and she can work a little of her computer mojo while you convince the girl to let us help her.”

”Thanks.” Jackson glanced toward the door to the back. ”Did you sense anything?”

He'd been working with Alec long enough to know his slight hesitation wasn't a good sign. ”Can't tell you much more than Nicole did. What I'm getting doesn't make a lot of sense, so you might be better off trying your spell.”

”Doesn't make sense?” Jackson echoed. ”What the h.e.l.l does that-”

”Hey.” Nick appeared, out of breath and disheveled, at Jackson's elbow. ”Did her empathy explode?”

”Yeah.”

”That's what I figured. I told Mackenzie it was low blood sugar. She's in the kitchen, making her a milkshake.”

Kat bolted upright. ”Are you going to let her stay here? You can't let her leave. Something's wrong. Really, really wrong.”

Nick soothed her with a soft noise. ”She's agreed to stay upstairs in Mahalia's old place.” She laid a hand on Jackson's arm. ”You're going to strengthen those old wards, right?”

”First thing in the morning,” he promised, ”if you can get Mackenzie out of here.”

”I have a plan, of course. I'm taking her shopping. She just doesn't know it yet.”

Jackson tapped his chin. ”Alec, can you take Kat back to the office and get started on that stuff? I'm going to see if Mackenzie would like to get out of here and grab a late lunch. Maybe, if I keep trying, she'll see that it isn't dangerous to let us help her.” Maybe I can figure out just what the h.e.l.l she is. It had nothing to do with wanting to spend more time with her, nothing at all. This was a job. This was protection. This was...

”A date?” Nick demanded, poking him. ”You expect her to open up about whatever's wrong on a date?”

Jackson blinked at Alec. ”Is that...wrong?”

Alec's expression made it clear he'd rather walk into traffic than have to answer the question. Fortunately for him, Kat spoke, her voice firm. ”No. It will work. Don't take her somewhere too fancy, and not too far from here. She's scared and she's overwhelmed but she wants to trust you. She wants to-” Kat laughed. ”Let's just stick with she wants to trust you.”

Nick choked on a groan and poked Jackson again. He rubbed his arm and glared at her. ”What?”

She shrugged. ”Consider that an advance.”

Mackenzie watched the blender whirl, vanilla ice cream mixing with chunks of fresh strawberries she'd pulled from the industrial-sized refrigerator. She could hear the faint murmur of voices from the front, interspersed with the occasional laugh.

Nick had lied to her. Mackenzie had seen enough lies in her life to recognize when someone was talking too fast. Whatever the reason Jackson's a.s.sistant had collapsed, Mackenzie doubted very much it had to do with her blood sugar.

She would have bet anything it had something to do with her. The startled, terrified way the girl had watched her as the blood drained from her face had been indication enough there was something odd going on.

It hurt more than Mackenzie wanted to admit, thinking Nick had lied to her. It hurt even more to imagine Jackson had as well. Following her could have been a way to find out where she was staying. Offering her Mahalia's apartment was a perfect way to keep her in one place.

Stupid. Stupid, stupid... She'd let a handsome face and a friendly smile distract her from the danger. They could be out there planning right now, while she sat and made milkshakes.

She wanted to run. She should have run. The minute the door closed, she should have been gone. By the time they realized she was missing she could have had her things in a cab. She should have gotten a head start.

She should have. But she hadn't.

Stupid.

Mackenzie opened the blender and stared blindly at its contents. It was too late to run now, even if she wanted to. And that was the real issue.

She didn't want to.

Something about Nick and Jackson made it impossible for her to believe they would actually hurt her. It was foolish and naive, especially in the face of everything she'd been through in the last month, but every time she tried to consider the possibility of one of them being in league with Marcus...

It was absurd.

Sighing, she poured the milkshake into a gla.s.s and dropped in a straw. Either way, she was too tired to run again. Another city, another job, another cheap motel... She couldn't bring herself to go through it.

The group fell silent when Mackenzie pushed through the door, the milkshake in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. Subtle, she thought wryly. No, no one was talking about me at all. She didn't say anything about it, though, just smiled. ”Here you go. One strawberry milkshake.”

Jackson came over to take it, his hand brus.h.i.+ng hers. ”Thanks, Kenzie.”