Hunting Memories - By Barb Hendee Page 0,95

to the outside just down here,” Wade said, stepping back out of their way and pointing, a little concerned about jumping off a moving train.

Philip and Rose walked out past him, and he followed them down the hallway.

Jasper made his way through the train, trying to think of what he should do. He couldn’t exactly knock on the door. He wasn’t even sure which cabins they were in.

Where was Mary?

If she was here, she might have been able to tell him. She might also be able to scare one of them into the hallway, but she’d vanished in the men’s room of the station and he hadn’t seen her since.

He thought hard. Could he pull the fire alarm?

Did trains have fire alarms?

No, that wouldn’t work. If he did that, everyone else would come rushing out, too, and then he wouldn’t able to do anything.

How had Julian done this without being seen until the last second?

Well, first things first. Mary had told him earlier they were in adjoining cabins toward the front of the train. He’d just have to pick a good spot in the area and wait. Moving quickly, he passed people sitting in basic seats for about six cars.

He opened a door and stepped into an empty car with a door to the outside. Just as he stepped in, the inner door opposite from him opened, and to his shock, Philip walked through . . . wearing a long black coat.

Wade and Rose were right behind.

They all stared at each other.

“That’s him,” Rose said.

Philip’s lips curled back over his teeth, and he charged.

Without even thinking, Jasper turned and ran.

Eleisha was sitting on the floor in their adjoining cabins with her arms wrapped around her knees. She couldn’t stop thinking about Philip.

Robert was pacing, but since the cabin was seven feet across, he could take only a few steps before turning around.

“You promised you’d stop making decisions for us,” she said.

“I never promised you anything.”

When she half turned to look at him, a stab of pain flashed through her side, and she winced. He came over and crouched down beside her.

“Did he break you?”

“I don’t know,” she answered.

“Let me see it.”

He reached out to pull up the side of her sweater—Philip’s sweater—and she didn’t try to stop him.

A purple-black bruise covered her ribs, and he touched them cautiously. “I don’t think they’re broken, but you’ll need to feed soon.”

Suddenly, she wasn’t angry at him anymore.

“I really thought he would leave us alone,” she whispered. “What are going to do now?”

His face was so close she could see the shadow of light brown stubble on his jaw. She’d never noticed it before.

“We have to kill him,” he said.

She sat up straighter. “What?”

“He won’t stop, Eleisha. Now that you’ve been with me, he’ll see you as contaminated.” He hesitated and asked, “How did you run him off . . . before?”

She’d never talked about this, not really, but the words started flowing. “I got inside his head, and he couldn’t push me out. I took control of his body. I showed him ugly images, anything I could think of: the vampires he’d murdered hunting him down, nailing him to a cross, Angelo lighting it on fire . . . anything. He was writhing, and he couldn’t keep me out, and I told him if he ever came near me again, I’d lock him in a nightmare forever. He was so scared. Then Philip grabbed him and kicked him out a window. That was the last time we saw him . . . until tonight.”

She’d never seen open shock on Robert’s face before.

“You came up with all that? You? How could you have known what Angelo even looked like?”

“Philip showed me in a memory, like what I did with you. I saw Angelo die. It was awful.”

Robert looked away. Was all this too much for him? He liked his battle tactics cut and dried. Maybe he’d never used his telepathy as a weapon.

She didn’t have much else to use.

“All right,” he said after a while. “He’ll expect us to get off in Salem.”

“Why would he expect that?”

“Because he knows I’d never lead him from an end point—and the train ends in Portland.” Still crouched, he rocked on the balls of his feet. “We’ll head for a rental car lot outside in the dark, taking the shortest route. He’ll step out of nowhere and swing at some point. If I can make sure he misses, can you get inside his head before he turns

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