Conspiracy Game (GhostWalkers #4)(58)
Author: Christine Feehan

He looked up, voice casual. “Can’t sleep?”

“Nope.” Ken sat on the edge of the railing, swinging one foot. He looked easygoing and relaxed, but Jack knew him too well. “She all right?” Ken indicated Briony with his chin. His eyes glittered like silver in the moonlight, a warning of impending battle.

“She cried herself to sleep. She’s had a rough time,” Jack said.

“We’ve got to talk about this, Jack.”

Jack closed his eyes, rested his head against Briony, and inhaled her scent. It wrapped him up like a heady dream. “I know. I know we do. I should have told you when I came back from Kinshasa, but there didn’t seem much point. I walked away from her. I did the right thing; I just walked out and left her to have a life with a decent man. Damn it, Ken.” His eyes snapped open to glare at his twin. “I walked. It was the hardest thing I ever did in my life.”

Ken nodded. “I’ve felt it, ever since you came back. Our connection is too strong for me not to feel how difficult it was. But this is dangerous.” He passed a hand over his face. “I came out here to tell you you’ve got to give her up, that you can’t risk it-but seeing you with her-feeling what you’re feeling… ” He shook his head. “I don’t know how you could.”

“For the first time in a long time, I’m afraid, Ken. I always figured if I went psycho, eventually they’d send someone better than me and I’d get whacked. I knew I’d never turn on you-but now… ” He stroked his hand down Briony’s hair. “I couldn’t stand it if she looked at me the way Mom looked at him.” He shook his head slowly. “I’ve already got the beginnings of his ways. I’m too obsessive over her. I can’t think about anything or anyone else. I don’t want anyone close to her.”

“Does that include me?”

“I was afraid it might, but you’re close to her now and I don’t want to shoot you, so maybe not.”

A faint smile crept into Ken’s eyes. “That’s a relief.”

“I can’t let her go. I just can’t, Ken. It’s like looking through different eyes when I’m with her. I feel hope again.” He shook his head again, feeling a fool. “When I came back this time, I wanted it all to end. After having her-and walking away-I just wanted it all to be over.”

Ken scowled. “I knew you felt that way. What are we going to do?”

“You’re going to give me your word of honor… ”

Ken stood up, shaking his head, hand raised to stop his brother. “Don’t. Don’t ask me to do that. It’s not an option.”

“It’s the only option we have. I’m telling you I can’t let go of her. I swear, Ken, I don’t know what I’d do if she tried to leave me.”

“You’d harm her?” Ken’s voice went quiet, his gray eyes once again catching the silvery light of the moon.

“No! Never! Never that. I’d destroy myself before I’d ever do anything to hurt her.” Jack caught Briony closer, held her protectively. “I’m totally f**ked, Ken. You have to give me your word on this.”

“The baby?” Ken persisted. “How do you feel about the baby?”

Jack sighed. “How would I know what I feel? I don’t recognize feelings anymore. You’re beginning to sound like those shrinks they always want to send us to.” He’d been sitting in the dark contemplating that very question and still had no real answer. Did he want the baby because it was a tie to Briony or because it was his child?

“When you told me, I felt that same flash of joy in you.”

“I’m happy she’s pregnant. She’s here. I don’t know what the hell I’ll do with a baby, but I’ll figure it out. I was sitting here thinking I might start a crib or one of those little things they sleep in with rockers on it.”

A small smile escaped Ken. “A cradle, you cretin. And just to give you an added glow, you might also consider that our dear old dad gave us one more legacy aside from his monster genes.”

“And that would be?”

“Twins. He was a twin. His father was a twin. His father before him was a twin. See any pattern here?”

Jack groaned. “Briony will be especially pleased with me for that one.” He stared into the woods, at the trees with their dark trunks and dazzling leaves, one hand sliding down to cover her rounded tummy. “He drank, you know. Do you remember that? He was always drinking. I tried to remember what he was like without alcohol.” He looked at his brother. “Promise me, Ken.”

“It’s a hell of a thing for you to ask me.”

“I have to ask.”

Ken swore and turned away from him. “Damn that man to hell for what he did to us. I have to think about it. I don’t know if I could do it. I’m not giving my word unless I know I’ll keep it.”

“I’ve lived my entire life trying to do the right thing, Ken. I’m not ending it by hurting the people I care about.” A faint, humorless smile touched his mouth briefly. “There’s so many of you-you and Briony.”

“And the men. You’ve never left a man down, Jack. You don’t give yourself enough credit because you’re always watching yourself so closely, so certain you’re going to be like him. He was vicious when he drank. It was like poison to him.”

Jack raised his head, forcing his twin to look into his eyes. “You know we’re different. We’ve always been different. I refuse to pretend otherwise. If I know what I am-what I’m capable of doing-I have a chance to stop myself. If I can’t, then you have no choice.”

“I’m not doing this with you. We both agreed there would be no woman, not one we cared about, not one who mattered.”

“She saved my life. She’s a GhostWalker, same as we are. Whitney’s after her for the baby.”

Ken swung around. “What the hell are you talking about? Peter Whitney is dead. He was murdered. How could he have anything to do with this?”

“Apparently he has a lot to do with it. Aside from enhancing us, he programmed us to respond sexually to one of the enhanced females-at least that’s what I’m told. And if it’s true, it’s potent. I’m a walking hard-on around her.”

“Great. Like we didn’t have enough problems.” Ken sighed. “Are you certain about all of this, Jack?”