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Look.
Sahara’s eyes turned inward, her smile luminous. “Kaleb. ” Laughing in open delight, she pressed kisses along his jaw, halting only when the fingers of one of her hands brushed the scar on his forearm. “Are you determined to erase this?”
“I won’t risk you. ” He telepathed her the reasons why as the rain turned slowly to a misty haze, the connection between their minds so clear it was beyond even his telepathic strength. “And whatever you see in it, I’ll never see the same. ” For him, it would always be a reminder of the day he’d lost her.
“All right. ” Shimmering droplets on her eyelashes, stars caught in transition. “But will you replace it with something for me?”
“Anything. ” His body was hers.
Brushing her fingers over his lips, she said, “You gave me an eagle. I want to give you one, too. ” A tender kiss pressed to the scar. “I want us to fly together. ”
“You saw me, all of me,” he said, dragging her up to his mouth. “You know I’m never going to be good. ” After seizing control of the Net, he’d do whatever it took to maintain it. No one and nothing was ever again going to imprison either one of them.
“A good man,” she said, her lips against his, “wouldn’t have survived what you did, wouldn’t have been able to find me. To fight evil, you have to understand the dark. We both do. ”
“You’ll have to be my conscience. ” He knew his flaws, and he knew the parts of him that were irrevocably broken. “Mine isn’t going to grow back. ”
Pushing off wet strands of hair from his forehead, Sahara held his gaze. “Have I ever let anything slide? That won’t change. ” A slow smile. “I intend to have a thousand fights with you. ”
He thought of a lifetime of having Sahara’s stubborn will in his life and knew that she was his reward for surviving.
“Kaleb?” When he met her gaze, she touched one of the fine silvery scars on her own body, and his anger ignited anew, rage swirling in his veins. “No,” she whispered with a shake of her head. “You don’t think of him when you see these. You think of me. A fighter, a survivor, your lover. ” It was an order . . . and one he realized he would have no hesitation in following, the marks her badges of honor.
Leaning up, he kissed one on her shoulder as she’d kissed the scar on his arm. “Only you,” he said, the vow a final one. “My fierce, intelligent, lovely Sahara who spit in a monster’s eye. ”
“Kaleb. ”
They were lost in one another in the minutes that followed, touching and caressing and simply being together.
“Our bond,” he said afterward, “it’ll be visible in the Net if I drop the shield I placed over it. ” It had been an instinctive act from his mind, the feral response to protect something indescribably precious. “Twenty-four hours—that’s how long I plan to keep the shield in place. ”
Worry shadowed Sahara’s smile and he knew she understood what he intended to do. “Are the people ready?”
“Some will never be ready, but it’s time. ” The disease rotting the fabric of the Net was growing stronger, more virulent with every passing hour. “The only other option is a slow death. ”
Sahara thought of the dark places Kaleb had shown her, the dead places, and knew he was right.
“You need the time to speak to the Arrows, don’t you?”
“Yes. I have to find out if they’ll fight me or support me when I announce the fall of Silence. I don’t want to execute men and women who are more like me than any others in the Net, but I will if necessary. ”
If the squad fought him, Sahara thought, the resulting conflict would be far more devastating than anything Pure Psy had done. “The Arrows are intelligent; they must see Silence is rotten at the core. ”
“It’s difficult to fight over a century of unyielding tradition. ”
Kaleb’s words had Sahara thinking of the teleporter with the cold gray eyes. Could a man like Vasic exist in a world without Silence? It might be an impossible demand. Her heart hurt for him, for the choices he had never had, and she wished there was an easy answer, some way to give him a path out of the darkness.
Then the midnight star pulsed inside her, and it was a silent reminder that life wasn’t easy.
Sometimes, it demanded heart’s blood and gave back only unbearable pain. Sometimes, it broke you.
“When you’re broken,” she whispered to the man who would save the world for her, “you can’t see hope. We must be their hope. ”
Kaleb held her close as she tucked her head under his chin. “You want me to drop the shielding around our bond when I talk to them. ”
“It’ll be a risk, I know. They could immediately turn on us, but, Kaleb, that could’ve been us in another life. ” The idea of never meeting Kaleb, never loving him, made her heart thud in a panicked rhythm. “You’re as lethal as any Arrow, but you made it out. Let them see that life isn’t only pain and survival. ”
“Even if they join us, we won’t save all of them. ” It was a grim truth.
“Then,” Sahara said, the fingers of one hand locking tightly with Kaleb’s, “we save the ones we can. Together. ”
“Always. ”
Chapter 46
ADEN WAS STANDING under a heavy desert moon, the dunes desolate waves of silver and shadow, when Kaleb appeared beside him. He’d realized long ago that, like Vasic, the cardinal could go to people as well as places, but the other man had never before been so confrontational about his ability. He had, Aden thought, been courting the Arrows.
Clearly, the courtship was over.
“Vasic is practicing the weapons capability of his gauntlet?” Krychek asked, his eyes on the churned-up sand around Aden’s partner, Vasic having chosen a position midway down the dune that was Aden’s watchtower.
“Yes,” he said, and refused Vasic’s telepathic offer of assistance at the same time. If Krychek had come with hostile intent, he’d have struck already. “It’s meant to integrate with his base telekinetic strength, but there are glitches. ”
Vasic teleported in and shot a small, personal laser missile at a target they’d set up on another dune a hundred meters away. It not only went haywire, it doubled back toward the teleporter. Not showing any indication of being concerned, Vasic pressed something on the gauntlet and the missile exploded in midair.
“I’d say the glitches are significant,” was Kaleb’s cool appraisal. “He shouldn’t have been implanted with the device if it’s at this level of development. Its usefulness doesn’t balance the risk. ”
Aden found himself in the unusual position of being caught unprepared. Because Kaleb had just repeated Aden’s own argument when he’d tried to talk Vasic out of volunteering for the risky procedure. “There was no way,” he said after a slight pause, “for the scientists to progress further without implanting it onto a live subject. ”
“Can it be removed?”
“No, it’s fused too deeply to his body. ” Aden watched as Vasic launched another missile. “You didn’t track us down to watch Vasic target practice,” he said as this missile did exactly what it was meant to do, sand exploding in a silver geyser.
“Why are you here?” Kaleb asked instead of answering the implied question. “There’s nothing you can do to stop an accident. ”
Aden had no intention of answering with the truth. “I’m here to monitor the tests, provide a backup account of the results. ”
Kaleb was quiet for a long time, the two of them watching the arcing blue flare of weapons fire as Vasic tested another setting on the gauntlet. When he spoke, Kaleb again said the unexpected. “You’re here so that if something goes wrong, Vasic doesn’t die alone. He’s so close to the edge, you aren’t certain he won’t engineer a fatal accident. ”
There were very few people in the world who knew Vasic that well. Kaleb Krychek was not one of them, and yet he’d come to the right conclusion. Turning toward the man who w
as dressed in black combat pants and a black T-shirt, a large thin-skin bandage on the inside of his left forearm and scuffed boots on his feet, Aden said, “What do you want?”
Kaleb shifted to face him. “To know if I’m going to have to leave you dead on the desert sands. ”
“What makes you so certain you could?”
The white stars in the cardinal Tk’s eyes gleamed as hard as diamonds. “You could incapacitate or kill me if you had the element of surprise, but in brute strength, I have no equal. ”
“Vasic has a lock on your position. ” His partner had taken that action the instant Kaleb first appeared. “He can have a gun to your head in the space between one breath and the next. And I am no medic. ” The only reason he told Kaleb that was because he was certain the other man already knew the true nature of his abilities.
Unlike Ming, Kaleb took nothing at face value, especially not a field medic who held the loyalty of the entire squad. “To be complacent in the presence of a cardinal Tk of opaque objectives and fluid allegiance,” Aden added, “would be stupid in the extreme. ”
“That’s why I’d rather not kill you,” was Kaleb’s response. “It’s easy enough to find a trained assassin—an intelligent fighter capable of foresight, and flexible enough to alter his plans given the circumstances, is a far more rare thing. ” Shifting on his heel, the cardinal began to walk down the dune. “There’s something your partner needs to see. ”
Aden followed in silence, unable to predict what Kaleb would do next. When the cardinal asked both Aden and Vasic to meet him on the PsyNet, they did so without argument. Once there, the other man said, “I need you to step inside the first layer of my shields. ”
Again, neither one of them hesitated; Krychek’s shields were byzantine, but Aden and Vasic were more than capable of breaking out of this layer without problems. Aden had actually broken into it when the squad had first begun to consider shifting their loyalty to Kaleb—in a strictly limited sense that made it clear the Arrows were no one’s lapdogs.