Unleashing the Storm Page 34
“I’m not doing this with you,” he snapped. “Until Phoebe grows a pair and decides to show her psychotic face, you’re coming with me.”
Panic wrapped around Mel, squeezing until her breath was coming in shallow pants. She wasn’t stupid; she might not be safe right this minute, but at least she was in an apartment she knew, in a building owned by Itor. If she left with him, her chances for survival plummeted. “I can’t. I can’t leave. Phoebe will be mad. I have laundry to do, and I have to eat, and …” God, she was babbling, but at this point, she didn’t care.
Stryker looked at her like she was nuts. “Phoebe will be fine.” He reached for her, but she wheeled away, knocking dishes off the counter.
He cornered her near the pantry, and terror ripped through her. “Please don’t. Please don’t make me go. I can help you—”
“This isn’t up for debate, and begging has no effect on me.”
Her gaze darted around the kitchen. A weapon. She needed a weapon. Anything. But there was nothing. He was going to take her, and she was going to die. Abruptly, defeat closed in on her like a shroud. Years of living only half a life collided with the knowledge that the only glimmer of hope she’d had—finding Itor’s enemies—turned out to be a letdown. Itor’s enemies wanted her dead, and now she could do nothing but pray for mercy, something that had never, ever worked before.
“The thing with the knife,” she rasped. “In my brain. Would it hurt?”
“What?” He blinked, clearly thrown by the question. “I guess I could make it hurt. Why?”
“Would you do it so it won’t?”
“Look, if you cooperate—”
“I’m not going to cooperate,” she said. “So just do it. But … I don’t want it to hurt.” She couldn’t believe she was asking her murderer for a favor. She really had lost it.
Stryker looked completely dumbfounded, but at least he’d lost that homicidal glaze in his eyes. He stared. Scrubbed his hand over his face. Took a step back, even. As if maybe her crazy was contagious. After a long moment, he made the knife disappear into his leather jacket.
“What’s your game?” he said gruffly. “Phoebe isn’t going to hurt you. I did a little research into your condition, and from what I learned, alters are formed to protect. Not hurt. At least, not hurt each other.”
Laughing bitterly, she gestured to the fork-impaled fish near the coffeemaker. “That was punishment for leaving her with no coffee. You don’t want to know what she did to my parakeet.”
“Well, there don’t appear to be any other pets she can kill, so what else can she do to you?”
“You can’t even begin to imagine.” She wrapped her arms around her body, mainly to hold herself up. “I mean, I give as good as I get, but she has her creepy colleagues on her side.” Mel didn’t have anyone, and hadn’t since her mother died.
His gaze sharpened. “Her colleagues? You work for Itor too, don’t you?”
“Only Phoebe works for them,” she said tiredly. “I don’t really know what they do.”
There was skepticism in his voice when he said, “So you’re saying you have no idea what was going on in the Amazon when you were there?”
She shook her head. “The last thing I remember before coming to in the jungle was being on a plane with Itor people who wouldn’t say a word to me. And then I was in the jungle and there was that man … and you were trying to kill me.”
“Yeah, well, your buddy Phoebe and her Itor henchmen were planning to murder three dozen people, all to gain a powerful weapon.” He paused as though expecting her to deny his accusation, but she knew her sister and father well enough to know that what Stryker was saying was no doubt true. When she said nothing, he continued. “Her team managed to slaughter some innocent people as well as kill my friend, and I’m here to make sure Phoebe answers for what she did.” He gestured at her robe. “So get dressed, and come with me.” When she stood there, paralyzed by indecision, he cocked his head, asked her softly, “Why did you ask me for help?”
Her heart nearly stopped. She’d forgotten how, in her confusion over what had happened in the jungle, her shock at the death and destruction, she’d whispered a terrified “Help me” to Stryker, even though he’d clearly rather have killed her.
“Because I was afraid.” She’d been desperate, terrified, and grasping at the first glimmer of hope she’d seen in years. Itor’s enemy could help her, right?
But then reality had set in at the murder in his eyes, and she’d cut her losses and run.
“Are you afraid now?” His voice was so deceptively quiet.
“Yes.”
“Good,” he said, as he shoved her toward the bedroom. “At least you’re smart. Get dressed.”
That she was out of options was now obvious. She’d have to go with him and either convince him to help her, or leave their fate to Phoebe. She brushed past him. “Don’t want to kill me while I’m in my pajamas, huh?” Her gallows humor came out in a thin voice that only emphasized the danger of her situation.
“Behave, and maybe I won’t need to kill you at all. At least, not right away.”
She stumbled to a halt at the bedroom doorway. “What do you mean?”
“I might have other uses for you,” he said, sounding almost disappointed, as though he really wanted to kill her, but a smarter though less appealing option had come to mind. “Now stop talking and start dressing.”
His tone said there was no room to argue, and really, when it came right down to it, Stryker couldn’t do anything to her that hadn’t been done before. And if he wanted to kill her, she’d die. If he was some sort of good guy, she’d probably end up in a mental ward somewhere, and Phoebe wouldn’t have the freedom to torment her.
So … a mental ward or death.
Yep, things were looking up.
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BY SYDNEY CROFT
TAKEN BY FIRE
TEMPTING THE FIRE
TAMING THE FIRE
SEDUCED BY THE STORM
UNLEASHING THE STORM
RIDING THE STORM
HOT
NIGHTS, DARK DESIRES
(WITH EDEN BRADLEY AND STEPHANIE TYLER)
UNLEASHING THE STORM
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Copyright © 2008 by Larissa Ione & Stephanie Tyler
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Excerpt from Taken by Fire copyright © 2011 by Larissa Ione and Stephanie Tyler.
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Croft, Sydney.
Unleashing the storm / Sydney Croft.
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