Part 15 (1/2)

Was I dreaming? It was like some bad horror movie. With quick a.s.sessment, I took in what I could of the situation. A cot was placed against the far wall, no sheet or blanket. Obviously he was a prisoner of some sort. Was he S.P.I.? As if sensing my question, he slowly lifted his head. A gag bit into his mouth, the white material contrasting against his tanned skin. His gray eyes met mine, mutinous gray eyes that pierced my skin, seared my soul. He hated me with a hatred that was almost tangible.

I sucked in a sharp breath. Although he was tied and unable to move, it didn't make me feel any better. His skin had an unhealthy ash color to it and his hair was matted with sweat and dirt. But even in his animalistic state, I could see he was gorgeous. As ridiculous as it sounded, I wasn't expecting that. Weren't evil people supposed to be big, bully men...not freaking models?

Twenty, twenty-one? I wasn't sure about his age. The white b.u.t.ton-up s.h.i.+rt he wore was filthy and ripped on the left sleeve, as if he'd been in a fight. His gray slacks were just as rough looking, caked with mud at the cuffs.

”What happened? Who is he?” I demanded, my voice harsh with emotion.

”This,” Aaron nodded toward the man, ”Is part of the group who wants us dead.”

This? As if he wasn't a real person? I looked at him again. He seemed so young, so harmless. So human. Did he really work for S.P.I.?

”This can't be legal,” I whispered the obvious.

The man narrowed his eyes into a glare, as if agreeing with me. I had to resist the urge to step back, intimidated by his stare. He was broader in the shoulders than Lewis, taller than Lewis, angrier than Lewis and Aaron put together. I didn't blame him. I didn't like this situation. It didn't feel right.

”Aaron,” I whispered.

Aaron waved me over and as I stepped inside the small room, he shut the door behind me so that I was trapped as well. ”We caught him lurking around the property.”

The man mumbled something indecipherable through his gag, but I could imagine it wasn't pleasant introductions.

”He works for S.P.I., the very people who killed your father and Lewis's parents.”

I glanced at Lewis. He was merely standing there, arms crossed over his chest, glaring down at the man. He didn't bother to glance my way. No, he was focused on the S.P.I. agent, like a dog wanting to go after a squirrel. I didn't know or understand this angry Lewis. The Lewis I'd been introduced to on our date was back.

”We need to find out what he knows,” Aaron explained.

I brushed aside Aaron's comment. At the moment it didn't seem important. No, what was more important was that we had someone illegally restrained in the bas.e.m.e.nt. ”How long has he been here?” I should have felt angry toward the man who worked for S.P.I., the people responsible for my father's death. But all I felt was sick.

”Two weeks.”

Startled, I was quiet for a moment, mulling over the reality of what they'd done. Two weeks? For two weeks they'd kept his man tied up, alone in this cell? Smudges marked the area under his steel eyes. The shadow of a beard was beginning to form along his jaw line. Two weeks with no sunlight, apparently no bath. My horror increased. ”Why?”

”What would you have us do?” Lewis snapped, finally looking at me. The anger in his gaze was shocking. ”We can't let him go. He knows who we are, where we are. We're tired of running, Cam. Tired of hiding. We shouldn't have to.”

I looked at the agent again; he was staring daggers as if he blamed me for this entire incident. Why me? I hadn't tied him up. I hadn't even known he was here.

Aaron rested his hand on my shoulder, the touch jarring. ”We can't just let him go.”

”What does that mean? What will you do with him?” I demanded.

”We have no idea what he knows, that's why we need your help,” Aaron said, ignoring my question.

”How,” I asked, not sure I really wanted to know.

Aaron cupped my shoulders, stepping in front of me and blocking the man from view. ”We need to pull out his thoughts, his memories.”

Pull out someone's thoughts? It sounded invasive, wrong. It was one thing to read someone's thoughts that were flowing freely into the universe, but to drag them out? ”Okay, so why haven't you?”

Aaron released his hold and stepped back. With a sigh, he rubbed his brow. He looked tired, worried. ”S.P.I. places a chip in their officer's heads. A chip that blocks their thoughts from being read by people like us.”

”And you want me to remove the chip?” I asked, my voice shrill. Well really, there was a limit to what I would do and I drew the line at surgery.

”No, of course not.” Aaron moved around the room, pacing as he rubbed the back of his neck. ”If we concentrate hard enough, we can override the chip and pull the info from his mind, but Lewis and I aren't strong enough alone.”

Oh G.o.d, I didn't need to be a genius to know where this was going. ”You need my help.”

He nodded.

My stomach twisted in protest. ”But I don't know how.”

”You do. We've taught you.”

I swallowed hard and dared to glance at the man. He was still glaring at me and his gaze sent a s.h.i.+ver of unease over my skin. Those eyes...those eyes promised retribution if he ever managed to free himself. He could easily kill me with his hands. My attention slipped to the ties binding him to the chair, making sure he was secure.

They wanted me to help. What choice did I have? I owed Lewis and Aaron. Besides, this man was responsible for my father's death. This man would kill me if he could. So why did I feel sick at the thought of invading his mind?

”Okay,” I said, my voice quivering.

Aaron smiled and moved toward the man, edging around him, his gaze unwavering like an animal of prey. Lewis did the same, while I was forced to stay in front. We formed a sort of triangle, three points and the agent was at the center. With my legs trembling, I stood my ground, reminding myself that he was responsible for my father's death. For some reason it didn't make me feel any better. I was far enough away that if he was able to reach out, he wouldn't touch me, but I swear I could feel his hot breath on my face.

He was hunched slightly, like an animal in a cage, his gray eyes piercing me, not wavering, not looking at Lewis or Aaron. He knew I was the weakest link. Heat crawled slowly, torturously, up my neck. He jerked forward. I screamed, jumping back. But his bindings held him tight and he merely scooted an inch, his chair sc.r.a.ping against the stone floor.

”Cam, you're all right, he can't escape,” Aaron insisted.

Right. Tell that to my heart, which was currently threatening to make a mad leap from my chest and hightail it out of there. I was the one standing directly in front of him and I was the one he seemed intent on coming after. I stepped forward, back to my spot, determined not to flinch under his hard stare. He wasn't much older than me, maybe three years. How had he gotten involved with S.P.I.?

d.a.m.n it all, as much as I wanted to hate him, I couldn't. Rationally, I knew he had nothing to do with my father's death; he was too young. But was Lewis right? Would he kill me if he had the chance?

”All right, Cameron,” Aaron said. ”I want you to relax. Deep breaths in, out, close your eyes. You know the drill.”

Being a coward, I was glad to close my eyes so I wouldn't have to look the agent in his eerie steel colored gaze. I tried to relax, I pictured my ocean, breathed in out, but it was difficult, to say the least. I wasn't sure how many minutes had pa.s.sed, but I suddenly found myself sitting on my beach, everyone forgotten. Only peace and contentment surrounded me.

You're going to concentrate on the man in front of you, Aaron said, his voice invasive. Slowly open your eyes, Cameron.

I didn't want to, but I did. I opened my eyes, but I no longer saw his glare. I only saw that steel gray. A pool of melted metal that I sank into. As I fell, I felt like I was falling through the very universe. Brilliant white stars flas.h.i.+ng past me on a cool breeze. I hit something hard, and stopped, suspended between the dark reality of my subconscious.

”You feel it,” I vaguely heard Aaron say. ”That's the chip that's keeping you out. You have to push against that blockade, Cameron.”

I focused more intensely, I couldn't let them down. Aaron and Lewis were counting on me. They'd taken me in, they'd taught me when no one else would.

I didn't question his decision, but reached out and pushed against that wall. It was like I was working on auto pilot; focused only on success. I concentrated as they'd taught me, and a small sense of release whispered through my mind, a slight budge of the wall giving way. Thrilled, I pushed harder. Sweat broke out on my trembling body, but I didn't relent. It didn't take much before the dam burst. I felt as if a river of color was suddenly flooding around me...memories that burst into full bloom.

People swept through my mind in a whirlwind of emotion; laughing, arguing, talking, hugging. I tried to grasp onto them, but they were gone before I had a chance. Christmas trees, presents, birthday cakes, a mother and father beaming down at me. I saw teachers and then college professors, I saw grades, sports.... Then suddenly it switched to men in suits coming to my room, talking about recruiting me...

Everything went so fast I could barely hold onto a single thought. I felt like I was spinning in s.p.a.ce, attempting to grasp onto anything that might help. But it was all too quick, too confusing. And then I was looking at a girl...a girl with dark hair and a wide smile and my heart expanded. The girl he loved, I realized.