Reluctant Protector (12 page)

 “Seth, God, I’m—”

“C’mon. Just for me. I want to feel you.” He growled while sweat popped on his brow.

With another slow circle of his middle finger, Cassie quivered in his arms and the walls of her pussy clenched around him. Her muttered words were so soft only he could hear them. “Seth. Oh God. Seth.”

With another thrust of his hips, he nipped her ear and released while her inner walls held onto his cock like a vise.

Refusing to disengage, Seth pulled her with him and fell over on the couch. He anchored an arm around her waist, pulled the throw blanket over them, and kissed her softly. “Get some rest. Tomorrow we have a lot of work to do.”

Chapter Fifteen

Dread settled around Cassie’s shoulders like an ill-fitting dress. Beside her, Seth's voice was low. “Is now a shitty time to wish we had some back up?”

Jansen snickered. “What the hell do you call me?”

Seth’s friend was nowhere near what Cassie expected. When Seth said computer geek the image she conjured was more Poindexter and less marine. Cassie slid them both a glance. They were just trying to break the tension, but Seth had a point.

“Jansen, you know where to place the charges? Seth and I will be in and out. I know of ten subjects, but there could be more.”

Jansen nodded. “Yes ma’am. I’ll give you as much time as I can, but you’ll have to be quick.”

Seth frowned. “How many are in there, Cassie?  I can’t get a read. That can’t be right.”

She knew what he meant. She picked up no bodies in the warehouse. But this was the spot. It had to be. Considering Peter had been one step ahead of her the whole time, she had to assume he knew they were here and was prepared for them.

“I can’t sense anyone on the surface.” What she didn't say was that the building was too quiet. Like a cloak lay over the whole building.

From their vantage point on top of the shipping containers, the building appeared vacant. None of her senses were on alert. And at the same time that’s what made her so edgy.

Jumping down, she and Seth landed in crouched positions. Jansen rolled out of his landing. She opened the blueprints and reviewed their plan for the third time. Seth would enter through a side entrance, Jansen from the back. Cassie would enter from the roof. The most likely location of the subjects was in a lead-lined safe room. If they had powers like hers, this would make it easier to contain them.  

Seth rolled up the prints. Pulling her to him, he stared in her eyes. “If anyone can pull this off, it's you.”

She smiled and nodded, glad he was at least optimistic about their chances. Thinking she might be leading him to his death unsettled her. She smelled a trap in the air but she couldn't just leave the others here for Peter to torture. She’d turn herself over to her brother if that's what it took to get the others to safety.

“I’d love to stay and watch you two love birds make out, but I want to see some things go boom.” Jansen headed to the rear of the building at full sprint, his fluid motion reminding Cassie of a jungle cat.

Seth pecked her on her lips and whispered that he’d see her soon. As always when he touched her, her blood heated to a low simmer. She wanted to say something, anything, but before she could form the words, he slipped away and vanished into the darkness, his footfalls fading as he made his way to his entry point.

She didn't waste any time. The sooner she got on the roof, the sooner she got those people out. And the sooner she could deal with Peter, the sooner she could be with Seth.

She took the ladder rungs two at a time, easily swinging her legs over the ledge of the roof. Once she was at the heavy rooftop door, she used only the barest hint of her power. Like Seth had taught her.

Focusing on the minutia of the lock, she forced the grates to separate and give way. Smiling, she yanked the door open and stepped over the threshold. “I love the smell of old warehouse in the evening,” she muttered. Once in the building, she set one of the two charges Jansen had given her and placed it under the electrical panel next to a load bearing beam.

The hairs on her neck stood on end. There should be guards up here. Should have been someone on watch. Cassie listened, but no sound reached her hears. No footsteps, no breathing, no heart beats, no shuffling of feet, not even a scurrying rat. Unable to shake the ominous foreboding, she proceeded down two more flights of stairs until she was on the second level.

She dragged in deep breaths, trying to calm her fight or flight response. No matter what she did, her heart rate kept creeping up. Danger clung to her. She prayed Seth was at his location, planting his charges. As Cassie tread down the darkened hallway, her skin tingled. Something wasn't—

A heavy thump from behind landed her on her back. Immediately she rolled, attaching herself to him like a Lemur. He tried to clamp an arm around her neck, but she wiggled out of his hold. Wildly kicking her feet, she sat up to face her attacker.

 “Peter.” But how? He hadn’t made a sound. His heartbeat never alerted her. She hadn’t sensed him at all.

He sank into crouch, arms lifted to protect his face, like a boxer. “The prodigal sister returns.”

Cassie tried to read him, but pinning down his thoughts was like trying to capture a greased pig. “Peter, it doesn't have to be like this.” If she kept him distracted long enough, maybe Seth would have more time to free the others. “We can talk about this. If you let the others go, I'll willingly come back. No one else has to get hurt.”

Her brother's brows drew down. “Who’s been hurt, Cassie? Certainly not you. I cured you, remember? I made you more.”

“I never asked to be more.” He was different than she remembered. She eyed him. He was talker, maybe an inch, maybe two. He was bigger too. Not as big as Seth, but he had more muscle than she remembered. “What have you done to yourself?”

He lunged for her and she dodged with a duck and turn. But Peter still blocked her exit path. “What? You think I should have left you all the fun and games? Made you the only extraordinary one?” He flexed his arms. “You don't like my gifts? I would have thought you’d appreciate them. Finding you has been a unique talent of mine. Sometimes I can’t see you as clearly, and it’s a pain in the ass trying to figure out your surroundings by the things you look at or touch, but so far my location talents have worked well.”

“Why can’t I get a lock on you? To me you’re a ghost. Not here, but here.”

His eyes lit up with malicious glee. “The cloaking power is my favorite. It comes with some astral projection, but that is just a passive gift. I'm working on perfecting the cloaking so I can’t be seen, but at least I’m undetectable. Alas, my teleportation, like your telekinesis is touch and go, but I’m the most powerful man on earth.” He grinned.

A tingle of nerves told her Seth was near. Had he found the others? Could Peter sense him? She didn't wait to find out. The moment Peter narrowed his eyes, as if in awareness of the intruder, she delivered a front kick to his solar plexus and vaulted over his bent form. Her boots hit the grates at a fast clip and she raced down the next flight of stairs. She didn’t hear Peter behind her, but she couldn't trust her senses. She waited for one moment, then two. Then three. He wasn’t coming. At least not on her path.

Cassie’s hairs stood on end and the gravitational pull that always alerted her to Seth’s presence emanated from the north side of the building. She quickly placed her second charge along the central load-bearing wall, directly under the water main pipe, and then met Seth in a central hallway leading to an inner room. She banged on the door, but no sound or signal came from inside. Lead lined.  Just what she and Seth were looking for.

Seth’s smile faded when he got close to her.

“What happened?”

“Peter’s here. And he’s got powers.” Seth’s mouth gaped open, but she held up a hand. “No time to explain. We have to get these kids out.” When one of the fluorescents hit his face, she saw the blood dripping from his ear. “Trackers?”

“Just two. They weren’t expecting me.” He grinned.

She rubbed her arms. “Tell me about it.” She shook her head even as she banged on the wall, praying the people inside heard her. She thudded a second time, the rust raw against her hands. “Get back, we're here to get you—”

A roar echoed behind Seth and she snatched her gun from the small of her back and aiming at the impending danger. Seth’s reflexes were even quicker. He whirled on his attacker blocking a blow aimed for his neck with his left arm, while counter punching with his right, striking Peter directly under the nose. Peter retreated five feet.

Seth turned to her. “You blow a hole in that wall and get them out. I’ll deal with this.” His deep growl almost made Cassie feel sorry for Peter. And just like that, the empathy vanished.

Peter’s nostrils flared as his furious gaze landed on her while she set the smaller explosive on against the wall of the inner room. “You let them out, all my work is for nothing. Dad’s work. All of it will be gone.”

“You’re perverting his work. These people aren’t volunteers.
I
wasn't a volunteer. You’re pissing on our father’s name. I promised to stop you, even if it means burning this place to the ground.

Stalking Peter, Seth's voice was low when he said, “Cassie, get it done. He’s mine.” He stalked Peter into the darkness. “I have been dying to get my hands on you, asshole.”

Peter sniffed and crouched low. “I knew I smelled a human all over you, Cassie. Did you mention to your boyfriend that you're a freak job?”

The roar from Seth brought her head up. He moved so quickly she would have missed it if she hadn’t seen him in motion before. Seth pounced and an agonized yell reverberated from somewhere deeper down the hall.

She finished setting the explosives Seth had given her and skidded around the corner before she hit the remote. The blast filled the air, popping her ear drums and scattering a cloud of dust so thick she couldn't see for several moments. Even as the smoke dissipated, she hurried to clear out the rubble.

Climbing through the wall, Cassie halted at the sight of the gurneys lined in neat rows, each with a person strapped to the palette with a connected IV and monitoring equipment. There were ten subjects ranging in age from about sixteen to twenty-five or so.

They all wore scrubs and looked so vulnerable and alone she wanted to cry. As she unhooked each of them from the machinery and used her telekinesis to undo their restrains, she whispered in their ears.

“My name is Cassie Reeser. I'm here to get you out.”

Chapter Sixteen

Seth’s footsteps reverberated down the darkened corridor. “You should have just let Cassie go, Reeser. Your life would have been so much easier.” Seth pointed his gun in front of him, using it as an extension of his hand to open doors and search darkened corridors. “Come out, come out wherever you are.”

Seth couldn’t sense anything about Peter, either. All his newly developed powers were useless in this situation.

Shoving a side door open with his gun hand, he quickly searched the interior.  “When you get handed a pile of shit, make compost.” The only way out of this hallway was up another flight of stairs and onto the roof. Where would a wounded mangy animal hide?  Somewhere dark and safe. Lots of options there. But Peter Reeser was also a coward. He'd choose a location where he could ambush with limited exposure.
The high ground
. Seth scoped out the balcony of the next floor up.

His feet were in motion before his brain even caught up. The higher he climbed, the faster his heart pumped in his chest.  Two flights up and Peter would be in position to pick off Cassie and Jansen when they got the kids out. He hadn't prayed since the last time guns were pointed at him in Afghanistan, but he prayed now.

Seth sprinted up the shaky wrought iron stairs and searched for signs of Peter, but he didn’t see anything. Then a sliver of light coming from the last door on the left caught his eye. As he busted through the rooftop door, he skidded to a halt. Peter had a rifle aimed at the expanse between the warehouse and the shipping containers outside. Directly at Cassie’s egress route.

Seth lifted his arm and set his sights on Peter’s temple. “Put down the rifle, Reeser. I'm not going to let you kill her.”

Peter didn't budge. He didn't even take his eyes off the scope. “You really think I'm dumb enough to kill her? I just want her sorry ass to come back home where she belongs. I only want to make her see sense.”

Seth inched forward. “So you can experiment on her some more? How much longer before you kill her, Reeser?”

“What’s your game in all this, Adams? She’s nothing to you. And from what my Trackers tell me, you’ve narrowly escaped death more than once.  Is she really worth risking your life?”

The timer in Seth’s pocket chirped. “Cassie’s well worth it, but even if she wasn’t, there’s no escaping the fact you’re torturing and killing people.”

“I’m not torturing anybody. I’m making them well. Cassie was so sick she could barely lift her head to eat most days. I cured her.”

Seth scoffed. “Whatever you need to tell yourself to pretend you didn’t hold her against her will and experiment on her. She’s your sister. What kind of man are you?”

“A determined one.” Peter stroked the trigger of the gun. “You really think you can shoot me before I put down one of my creations?” Peter stayed steady on the scope. “I'm a great shot.”