Predatory Game (GhostWalkers #6)(49)
Author: Christine Feehan

Once outside the fence, she slipped into the woods and made her way in silence. There was little moonlight, which helped. The area was overgrown with bushes and berries and it would be much more difficult to be spotted.

She let her own rhythm slip away from her mind, concentrating on finding another’s. Somewhere out there someone was watching Jess’s house and they were emitting energy. In that energy she felt a threat. Her psychic abilities were strong when it came to reading energy and auras. She couldn’t read thoughts the way some of the other women had been able to do through touch, but she could feel danger miles away. As she made her way through the woods, the impression of a threat increased significantly.

Saber had to factor in the chance that Ken or Mari would become aware of the intruder and come to investigate, and that meant she needed to be on the alert every moment. She smelled cigarette smoke and slowed her pace, going low to the ground as she advanced on the car hidden in the bushes just off a narrow dirt road.

The vehicle was parked behind several very bushy plants. It was impossible to see from the road, and certainly not from Jess’s house, which meant that whoever was watching couldn’t be in the car. Saber stayed still, waiting for a sound, anything, to tell her where the watcher was positioned.

The breeze shifted slightly. She wrinkled her nose. Cigarette smoke and perfume-and she recognized the perfume. Chaleen.

Saber stayed still, yards from the vehicle, breathing deep to keep her body relaxed and her energy output low. The idea that Jess’s former girlfriend was spying on him infuriated her, but she couldn’t afford to blow her cover with a surge of adrenaline that would bring both Ken and Mari running.

Chaleen was standing on a large rock beside a tree. She was close enough that at first glance one might mistake her for part of the foliage. She wore a dark navy suit and, incredibly, high heels. Her shoes looked absurd there in the woods. She held a pair of binoculars up to her eyes and was studying Jess’s home, a faint frown on her face.

With a little sigh of impatience, she dropped the binoculars, allowing them to hang by the strap around her neck, and stepped off the rock, careful not to ruin her heels. Snapping open her cell phone, she walked toward the more open area of the dirt road in an attempt to pick up a signal. All the while, she continued watching the house.

As she put the phone to her ear, her jacket parted, revealing the shoulder holster and gun beneath her arm. She was wearing slim trousers, and when she took a step, the material pulled just enough to give her hold-out gun away as well. Saber would have bet she had another strapped to the back of her waist, right where the jacket was loose enough to conceal it.

Chaleen began to pace while she talked into the phone, her agitation clear. The energy build-up around her was doubling. Ken and Mari would feel the threat and come looking. It was now or never.

“I’m telling you, we’ll never learn anything this way. It’s impossible. Do you think Jess is just going to spill his guts to an old girlfriend? One who betrayed him? He’s a smart man. You continually underestimate him.”

Saber crawled through the brush, stalking the enemy. Chaleen had already betrayed Jess once. She wasn’t going to get an opportunity to do it twice. Saber moved her body within striking distance, placing herself in Chaleen’s path. She needed Chaleen to take another step and stop. Already Saber began to tune her body’s rhythm to her adversary’s. The heart, the ebb and flow of blood, the steady pulse-those things became her world. A symphony of sound, the music playing inside of her, etching notes onto her brain where she could clearly see the important pattern and how best to gently interrupt it.

Chaleen sighed and took another step, once more stopping to maintain the weak signal. “Does it matter? He has a girlfriend. Seduction didn’t work before and it isn’t going to work now. Let me tell you something. Not all men can be seduced into betraying their country. You should have learned that when he was captured and tortured. He wouldn’t give up the people he was protecting, not even when he lost his legs. No. Absolutely not. Yes, I believe Jess Calhoun is an operative, absolutely, but he isn’t one you can use. Accept it and move on, damn it.”

Saber curled her palm around Chaleen’s ankle without actually touching it. She could feel the heat now. The life. The blood moving and the electricity as the commands of the brain were carried out. With infinite patience she placed the tips of her fingers over the pulse. Light. So light as to be nonexistent.

Saber closed her eyes and absorbed the rhythm, the steady beat and the flow of blood through arteries and veins. She let out her breath at the exact moment that Chaleen did, allowing air to rush through her lungs. For a moment she experienced that strange euphoria that came with blending body rhythms. Sharing the same skin, the same breath, the same heartbeat was unique and incredible, an indescribable feeling. The most difficult moment came with that connection. She couldn’t react to the exhilaration. She had to keep that same steady beat so that they were one being.

“I did go see him, but there was no chance to get into his office. I’ve observed members of his team here, but they’re friends of his.”

Although her concentration was on Chaleen, Saber’s warning system began to shriek at her. There was no sound. GhostWalkers rarely gave themselves away with noise, but the energy coming toward her was very aggressive and it was coming fast. Time was running out. It was now or never.

Saber introduced the smallest blip in the steady rhythm. Chaleen reacted by pressing her hand to her chest.

“Look, I’m telling you this is a waste of time. Jess Calhoun is a patriot and he’s given most of his life to his country. I’ll be damned if I’m a party to any of this. We’re supposed to be on the same side, Karl.”

Saber closed her eyes, allowing her breath to escape. Chaleen might be an operative for someone, but she wasn’t trying to kill Jess. She wasn’t enhanced and there was no way Saber could confirm a connection to Whitney. Slowly, with tremendous care, she lifted her fingers from Chaleen’s ankle. The heart wouldn’t seize, would remain beating normally, and Chaleen would never know just how close to death she’d been.

“I suggest you put your hands where I can see them,” Ken Norton said, his voice low, but carrying a threat that sent a shiver down Saber’s spine.

Chaleen snapped the cell phone closed and whirled around to face the GhostWalker, nearly stepping on Saber. “Don’t point that gun at me. You know who I am and who I work for.”