Assassins: Discord by Erica Cameron

Author:Erica Cameron [Cameron, Erica]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Triton Books (an imprint of Riptide Publishing
Published: 2016-09-02T23:00:00+00:00

Kindra slipped away each time memory and consciousness began to return. A few sharp gunshots and a burst of motion that felt like flying brought her closer to reality. Multiple voices shouting unintelligible words, the clank and slide of a van door, and then Kindra was jostled even more. Before she could pull herself completely into the waking world, the van door closed and tires squealed.

“I can’t believe she’s still out. Did she really faint?” Deep, gravelly, sharply enunciated words. Aaron Tanvers. Doppelgänger. Marine. AWOL.

“Does she look conscious?” That voice needed no processing. Dru Calver. Enemy. Hotshot. Kidnapper. Bomb Squad. Sexy as hell.

“It’s just such a movie cliché. She swooned.” Aaron again. “Are we sure she didn’t get hit?”

“I checked. I don’t see any blood.” That voice sent shudders through Kindra and a jolt of icy shock that almost sent her back to unconsciousness. The can’t-possibly-be-Ryce audibly swallowed. “It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have shocked her like that.”

“Yeah, seriously. That,” Aaron said. “What the hell was that reaction about?”

The pause in the conversation felt loaded. Heavy. Explosive.

Ryce huffed. “I’m her brother. She thought I died a few years ago.”

“Shit.” There was a quiet thud, like someone sitting down too quickly. “Yeah, never mind. I think you’re fucking lucky she passed out instead of trying to kill you.”

No way are they having this conversation without me. Kindra’s head lolled when she shifted. She tried to sit up; something across her chest held her in place.

Atropos bless it! If Dru tied me up again, I’m going to strangle her.

A rush of frustrated anger was just enough to shove Kindra—blinking, disoriented, and struggling—into the world.

“Easy.” Ryce’s voice spoke low into her ear. “You’re not tied down. That’s the seat belt.”

Seat belt? Kindra blinked, and the last of the haze cleared from her vision. They were in the middle row of a three-row, bench-seat passenger van. Looking down, she saw the gray nylon strap of the seat belt that had kept her from moving.

That and her supposedly dead brother’s hands locked around her biceps.

“I’m sorry. Atropos bless it, Kinny, I’m sorry. But you need to stay calm and listen.”

Betrayal and relief and fury crashed together in Kindra’s chest, creating an icy detachment that protected her, kept her from feeling anything, and gave her the strength to strike.

Kindra latched on to one of the pressure points in Ryce’s wrist. He winced and released her, but didn’t move away fast enough to escape her other hand wrapping around his throat.

“You fucking liar! We thought you were dead, you asshole!”

Arms locked around Kindra’s chest, pulling her away from Ryce.

“Breathe.” Dru tightened her grip when Kindra tried to pull away. “I know you’re pissed, and I’m sorry, but killing your brother will only make things worse.”

I’m sorry? From Ryce, those words were understandable. From Dru, those two words flash-reassembled a series of clues, and then handed Kindra a realization on a silver platter.

Dru had known Ryce’s name. She said he was gone, but never said he was dead. She knew too much about Kindra’s childhood.

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