them what they want, she thought, as hard as she could. Don’t give them anything.
“I have to. Don’t hurt her. Don’t hurt her again. I can’t tell you how it works. I can’t tell you!” He all but screamed it when Yadin reached for the controls again. “I have to show you. Don’t hurt her. Leave her alone, and I’ll show you.”
“It’s love, you see.” Yadin lifted his hands. “A man might suffer through unimagined pain for a cause, and die for it. But love? It defeats him.”
Malmon signed to one of the men. “Let him down. If you try anything, anything, Yadin will turn up the current. She won’t die, but she’ll never be the same.”
“I said I’d show you.” Sawyer dropped to his knees when the chain unhooked.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
When Sawyer reached out his cuffed hands for the compass, Malmon kicked him sharply in the ribs. In the tank, Annika slammed her tail into the glass.
Yadin turned, wagged a finger at her.
“Do you think I’ll just hand it back to you?”
“I have to hold it. It’s the only way to pass it to another. I . . .” He bought time, mind spinning, through a coughing fit. “The first traveling has to be done with me. It’s the only way to pass it, and give someone else the right to use it. Fuck it, Malmon, I don’t make the rules.”
He looked up then, so far into the pain he’d moved beyond it. “All I’m asking is you don’t hurt her. You’re going to kill me, once you’ve got the compass. That’s the way it goes. But you’ve got no reason to hurt her. She’s caught.”
Malmon leaned down, gripped Sawyer by the throat. Nails longer, sharper than they should have been pricked through the skin. “Where is the Fire Star?”
“I don’t—”
“Hit her again, Yadin.”
“No, no, no. Bran’s hidden it with magick. I can take you to where it is, but I swear to God, I don’t know if I can get to it, actually get to it. I can take you, show you. For fuck’s sake, Malmon, I’m telling you the truth. I’ll do anything you want. Don’t hurt her.”
“So it’s the witch? Bring Berger in, and send for Commander Trake,” he ordered one of the men, and rose to walk to the tank. Staring at Annika, he spoke to Yadin. “Put a hole in him—nonlethal, of course.”
Annika beat on the glass as Yadin chose a knife. Her eyes pleaded.
“Is he telling me the truth? If you lie . . .” Malmon watched her face as Sawyer choked off a scream. “I’ll have his thumbs removed next.”
She kept her eyes on Malmon’s, on those dark glasses, pressed both hands to her heart as if swearing.
“That’ll do.”
Malmon turned; Yadin slid the knife out from between Sawyer’s ribs. And another man strode into the cave.
He stood tall, straight, with Viking blue eyes and close-cropped hair so blond it read nearly white.
He studied Annika. “So it’s true.” His voice was brisk, lightly accented. “The world is full of mysteries. Will you fuck her?”
“No need to be crude, Franz.”
“Just curious. I would, just to see how it could be done.” He shifted, looked down at Sawyer. “Messy business. A bullet in the brain’s more efficient.”
“I prefer my way.”
After a shrug for Yadin, Berger gave Malmon his attention. “The remaining targets just arrived back at their base.”
“Riggs, the seer. You have her description.”
“I do. The blonde. The quite fetching blonde.”
“You can put a bullet in her brain.” Malmon watched Annika’s reaction, pleased when she curled up to weep. “And the sorcerer—wounded only.”
“Do you have a preference where?”
“You’re the expert. Commander,” Malmon continued as Trake came in. “Mr. Berger is about to do his work. Take a strike force, wait for Berger to complete his task, then move in, capture the survivors. I want Gwin and Killian alive. Damage this McCleary however you need, and see that he’s well restrained.”
“Yes, sir.”
“And search their villa. I want whatever computers, notes, maps, all their papers, taken to my villa.”
Malmon dismissed them simply by turning his back and walking to Sawyer. “Get up.”
Gritting his teeth, Sawyer managed to get to his feet.
“What are the coordinates for the Fire Star’s location?”
Sawyer gave him longitude, latitude. Malmon walked to a computer, keyed it in. “An island in the South Pacific? How ordinary.”
“It’s uninhabited, and the star’s hidden, shielded. He did a spell. I don’t know how it works. I can take you, but I don’t know if that breaks the spell.