Lightning Game (GhostWalkers #17) -Christine Feehan Page 0,119

They say he’s a GhostWalker. That he can disappear and then suddenly he’s right in your face and knifes you, slices you from the belly up. Then before you even drop to the ground, he disappears again.”

“That’s what they say about him, do they?” Sean asked, gritting his teeth. He scowled at Jonquille. “Is Diego Campo a Ghost-Walker?”

“If Diego Campo was a GhostWalker, wouldn’t that be considered classified information? Technically, all of you are GhostWalkers, and so am I. By definition, it’s someone genetically and psychically enhanced. I believe we all fall into that category.”

The little flicks were back, rapid but short. Diego had found them. He was lying up on the hillside, Sean in his sights. Give the word, he’d pull the trigger.

No, no, no. She was adamant and fast reacting just in case.

Both Hudson and Andrew rubbed their temples and then the back of their necks. Jonquille winced. She didn’t like that she’d answered so quickly, compounding the problem. She was too close to the two men to use telepathy, not when they would feel what she was doing.

He’s going 2 shoot U.

Her heart accelerated. She remembered his earlier messages to her. She was to treat the shot like a bug bite. That meant she would feel whatever he was shooting at her. She couldn’t believe Diego was right there, out in the forest, so close. She wanted Rubin, which was stupid. Rubin didn’t need to be anywhere near the elite soldiers. Luck eventually ran out, and Diego and Rubin were outnumbered by quite a few.

Where are U. She couldn’t help herself, she had to ask.

On the heels of that burst of fiery flicks, she was shot with a high-powered rifle. The sound was muffled, barely discernible. The sting as the object entered into her body was terrible. She slapped her hand over the entry point and scowled. It burned like hell. A drop of blood told her the tiny object had entered a vein. Or the artery in her neck.

Sorry, I know that hurts, Lightning Bug. It was the longest and sweetest message Rubin had sent her so far. I’m with Luther. All soldiers here departed.

She didn’t know how to feel about that. Rubin and Diego had killed the entire ground crew and now there was no way for the plane to land. She didn’t mind that the plane couldn’t land. She did think it was nearly impossible for them to kill so many when it was only the two of them. She was relieved that Luther was still alive.

“We need to get moving, Jonquille. Are you willing to cooperate with us?” Sean demanded. “Walk on your own without trying to escape?”

Jonquille nodded slowly. She needed to stretch her legs and back. Her insides hurt from the drug in her system. Everything hurt. She didn’t want more of the drug in her system. She was careful to keep all movements slow so no one thought she was a danger to Sean, but she did put her legs out in front of her.

“I can walk. I just need to stretch. Every muscle feels sore.”

Her neck throbbed. She was almost afraid to take her palm away. She rubbed and then massaged the back of her neck so no one was suspicious. Even turning her mind inward, trying to find whatever device Diego had put into her body, seemed difficult, as if her brain was still a little sluggish from the drug. The only things she could “see” when looking inward were occasional flashes of light in her bloodstream, like butterflies dancing. Now she was really getting fanciful.

“I’m sorry, Jonquille.” Sean sounded as if he meant it. “People react to the drug in various ways. We knew we had to put you out fast. According to the file we have on you, you can be rather dangerous. We didn’t want you to feel as if you had to defend yourself and put you or any of us in a situation where someone could get hurt. We had no way of knowing that you were meeting anyone up here. You’re always alone.”

That was the truth. And she hadn’t really planned on meeting Rubin and Diego. She was going to lead these people and the others she thought might be following her away from the Appalachian Mountains, and she would kill as many of them as possible before they killed her.

She was over experiments. Completely, utterly over them. Heat shimmered around her. The air crackled. Tiny hairs on the back of her