Murder Game (GhostWalkers #7)(83)
Author: Christine Feehan

Tansy screamed and nearly came off of Kadan’s lap. It was liquid fire pouring through her flesh. Kadan held her down and she clutched at his arms. “Make them take it out.”

He swore savagely. Kadan, the ice man, who was about to go off like a nuclear blast. “Can you do it and still stop the bleeding? Can you get it out of her?”

Nico muttered to himself, but he wiped at the wound and peered into the deep slash. “I can see the edge of it. It’s close to the bone, Kadan. Maybe. Give me the small knife in the kit, Rye.” He held out his hand for the instrument while he looked at Tansy. “Can you take the pain?”

“Anything to get it out,” Tansy said. She looked up at Kadan, tears swimming in her eyes. I know you’re angry with me.

Damn it, just stay quiet right now. His chest was so tight it burned. He couldn’t lose her. Thunder roared in his ears. Fire burned in his belly. His gut knotted tight and hard and dangerous—oh so dangerous. His mind actually went numb, blank, except for the protest, the litany. Don’t take her. You can’t take her. Whatever you do, don’t take her. He didn’t even know who he was pleading with, but there was too much blood.

Tansy wanted him to understand how desperate she felt. Killers crowded into her head, victims shared the space. There was no way to tell him, not now when he was so angry with her. She almost wished for his cold mask. He looked frightening, a dangerous man on the edge of sanity. She should have thought before she’d decided to take the tracking device out herself. How deep could it be? Her hand had slipped. There’d been more blood, the shock of pain; her hand just slipped. She couldn’t stand the thought of anything else foreign in her body. And she couldn’t bear the idea that she might cause the death of Kadan or any one of his friends.

Kadan gripped her shoulders hard and Gator thrust a towel into her mouth as Nico took the tip of the blade and sliced deeper around the small tracker. She heard her muffled scream, her body arched in torment, but she fought the reaction, wanting Nico to succeed.

Kadan swallowed bile and bent over her. You’re all right, baby. He’s getting it out of you. Just breathe through it. Almost there.

All the while Kadan soothed her, he kept shifting his gaze back and forth between Tansy’s face and Nico. Ryland put tweezers into Nico’s hand, and Nico carefully inserted the tips into the wound. Sweat beaded on Tansy’s forehead; there were white lines around her mouth. Her lashes fluttered and her eyes turned opaque.

Kadan wanted her to pass out. Her fainting would be good for both of them. He willed her to let herself go, and thankfully, she did, slumping in his arms, making it much easier for Nico.

“Got it.” Triumphantly, Nico held up the small chip. He handed it off to Gator and turned back to the deep slice along Tansy’s hip and thigh. “I’m going to need to stitch this. Do we know her blood type?”

Kadan nodded. “It was in her file. She has the same type I do.”

“That’s not a surprise,” Ryland said. “Lily found documentation that Whitney’s been trying to make us universal so we can all give to each other. With pairing, he tried to make certain. Remember, we’re all supposed to be the ultimate weapons in combat situations, so that means we have to be able to heal each other.”

“Yeah, well, if I can’t do my thing with her, she’s going to be out of commission for a while. We may need to take her to a hospital.”

“Do your thing then,” Kadan said, ice creeping back into his voice, “because protecting her in that public a place will be nearly impossible.”

Nico didn’t reply. He simply began the intricate and difficult job of meticulously repairing the damage Tansy had done to her leg.

“Do we move her? We’re going to have company and she probably needs a transfusion,” Ryland said. “It’s up to you, Kadan.”

“We fight here. Get fluids in her and see if we can hold off the transfusion until we move. If we’re lucky, maybe she won’t need one.” Kadan wanted a battle—even needed one. He felt the familiar calm settle over him. The warrior was stronger than the lover, more recognizable. The persona fit him. “I’ve got the escape routes ready. If you have to go up, there’s a rope ladder as well as a cable to shoot to the roof on the west side. I don’t want to let it get that far.”

“I’ll be outside then,” Nico said. “When I’m done here, I’ll find myself a spot.”

“They’ll send a team,” Kadan warned. “I took out two of them in the mountains. They aren’t going to be happy about it.”

“I’m feeling a little mean about now,” Nico said as he took another stitch.

Gator nodded, and the smile not only faded from his eyes, but his mouth had gone tight and grim. “I’m getting damn tired of our women having to suffer.”

Kadan looked at Ryland, who shrugged his broad shoulders.

“I’ve been looking for a little action ever since I found out Freeman was involved. She’s a traitor of the worst sort, turning on her sisters to further her own cause. I could use a little combat time.”

“Set up an IV in the bedroom,” Nico instructed. “I’ll try to heal her. Don’t worry, bro, we’ll get her right.”

“I can’t do what Dahlia does,” Kadan said, “but I’m fairly accurate at focusing energy. I can take a shot at helping you.”

Nico nodded and kept working. Ryland added more light while Gator found a mop and a bucket to try to clean the mess.

“What are we going to do about her clothes?” Ryland asked.

Kadan sighed. “She’ll run out at this rate. I’ll cut off her jeans. They’re ruined anyway. She’ll have to be ready to go once we take out the team. I’ll get her ready, don’t worry.”

Nico sank back on his heels and wiped his face, smearing it with Tansy’s blood. “Get her ready then. Are you set otherwise?”

“No. Rye, you’ll have to pack up the war room. Don’t touch anything with your skin. Use gloves, double them up if you can. I’ll need everything out of there, and be especially careful with the game pieces on the table. She handles those to track the killers.”

Kadan lifted Tansy into his arms. She flinched and murmured a protest, instinctively trying to pull away. “Do you have painkillers in that bag?”

“Yeah. Hurry, Kadan. We’ll need you for this. They’ll be coming in when they think you’ve gone to bed.” He glanced at his watch. “We’ve probably only got an hour before they come at us.” He threw a towel on the bed as Kadan jerked a knife from his boot. “I’ll get the equipment, but if she ends up needing a transfusion we could be in trouble.”