Predatory Game 06 by Christine Feehan

Author:Christine Feehan [Feehan, Christine]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Paranormal, Romance, Fiction, Fantasy, Occult Fiction, Suspense, Romantic Suspense Fiction, Romantic Suspense, Telepathy, Psychokinesis
ISBN: 9780515144284
Google: v9gOZA_MpqIC
Amazon: 0515144282
Publisher: Jove
Published: 2008-02-26T06:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 11

Saber sucked in her breath as she stared down at the photograph in her hands. A strange roaring thundered in her ears. Her heart slammed hard in her chest. There was no stopping the surge of abject humiliation. There she was at eight. Even then there were shadows in her eyes. She could see them. In the series of photographs she was smiling, playing with the dog. By the end she was crying and the dog lay in her lap, lifeless. She still woke up with her heart beating too hard and tears flooding her throat and burning her eyes at the memory of that horrible moment when she realized she had taken that life. She had killed with her touch.

For a moment she couldn’t think—or breathe. The roaring in her ears increased until her eardrums ached. He had exposed the killer in her. Murderess. Assassin. Evil. She had the touch of death. Jess Calhoun, the only person in her life she had ever truly loved, saw her for what she was.

Jess drew emotions like a magnet and hers were overwhelming. She felt so vulnerable, so ashamed, so disgusting—as if she had no right to be walking on the same earth with him. With anybody. She despised what she could do, what she had done, and for him to see it—to know it—was beyond her ability to cope.

She was vaguely aware of Jess’s telepathic touch trying to calm her, to reassure her. She’d been a child.

Whitney was the monster, not her. Whitney had forced obedience and he alone was responsible for any deaths.

Saber took two steps back. She wanted to run, but she was frozen. Even her mind seemed frozen. She lifted her gaze to Jess’s. She expected loathing. Fear maybe. But not pity. And that made her angry.

More than angry. Enraged at the betrayal. “Damn you. You just couldn’t leave this alone, could you?” Jess heard the mixture of rage and shame in her voice. Her gaze flicked to the monitor behind him and he shut it off, keeping whatever had to be said between the two of them.

“Saber, you know I had to investigate you.” He struggled to keep emotion—both his and hers—at bay.

She looked as if she might shatter into a million pieces.

“I hope you’ve discovered whatever you felt you needed to know.” Her chest was so tight it threatened to implode. Her hand trembled and she tossed the photograph onto the floor in front of his chair.

“Everyone’s out of the house.” She struggled to keep her voice calm and even. “But you’ve got a couple of your friends watching out for you outside so you’ll be just fine if you have an enemy nearby. I’m taking off. I can’t stay here.” And she couldn’t—not with him knowing what she was.

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“Saber, stop.” He kept his voice low. No challenge, no threat. He shifted his body in his chair, just a slight movement as if easing his position. “This had to come out.

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