"Good to see you're alive,” Michael said softly. Though his gaze had turned to Jake, she knew all his attention was on her—waiting, assessing.
She shivered, biting her lip. She didn't want the confrontation she sensed coming. She wasn't ready for it. How could she be? Her whole life had changed in some unfathomable way, and the man standing so calmly on the opposite side of the bed had worked that change.
"As I was just explaining to Nikki, I'm too bloody stubborn to die.” Jake's smile was a pale imitation of its usual self.
His eyes closed. She lightly squeezed his hand, then placed it back on the bed. He needed to rest. And she needed to get out of this hospital.
"We should go,” she said softly, glancing at Michael.
He nodded and stepped away from the bed.
"Get the bastard for me, Michael,” Jake murmured as they left. Michael's gaze was bleak as it met hers. “I will."
There was a promise of death in his voice. Nikki gave Mary a brief hug, then followed Michael down the corridor.
"He'll live,” Michael commented as they waited for an elevator.
"I know.” She glanced at him, studying his still features. “Thank you for not leaving him in the tunnel." He shrugged. The elevator doors opened, and several people got out. Nikki stepped inside and pressed the lobby button. In silence, they walked out to the car and drove home. Her nerves were stretched to the breaking point by the time she walked into the kitchen. Michael followed her inside and watched her make coffee. The time for confrontation had come. She feared it, and sensed she wasn't the only one.
Apprehension stole through her heart. She ignored it, finally turning to face him. His body was as shadowed as his thoughts, lost to the darkness filling the kitchen.
"What did you do to me, Michael?"
He didn't answer her right away. She gripped her coffee cup tightly, watching his shadow, waiting.
"I saved your life."
His answer was little more than a whisper across the darkness. She couldn't see him—but did she really need to? All she had to do was reach out and listen to the color of his thoughts... She shuddered and resisted the temptation. It wasn't natural to be linked so intimately. And the link was stronger now than it ever had been.