"Dahlia." Nicolas crossed the room to slip his arm around her, knowing the contact would help provide a further barrier. "Come in and meet everyone." At the sight of her looking small and fragile and apprehensive, every protective instinct he had welled up. "I know it's a bit overwhelming to meet us all en mass, but at least you'll get it over with quickly."
"Kaden Bishop, ma'am." A tall man with intense eyes and a hard edge to his mouth greeted her first. Dahlia knew immediately he was an anchor. He had the same calming effect on her that Jesse Calhoun and Nicolas had.
"Sam Johnson, ma'am." A handsome man with coffee-colored skin, stocky and powerfully built with heavy muscles, he seemed to take up a lot of space.
"Ian McGillicuddy, ma'am," the tallest of the group proclaimed. He had a shock of chestnut, reddish hair that any woman would have wanted and laughter in his brilliant brown eyes. His skin was fair, and to Dahlia he looked like a giant.
Dahlia nodded to the three men and turned her attention to the other side of the room. Her mouth was inexplicably dry. Nicolas seemed to sense her rising tension because his hand tightened on her arm as if afraid she might run. The urge was there, welling up, robbing her of any semblance of calm.
"I'm Raoul Fontenot, ma'am, but everyone just calls me Gator." The owner of the cabin had a rich Cajun accent and the bad boy look that could melt hearts at twenty paces. Dahlia felt the cabin was growing smaller with each introduction. Each man stood tall with wide shoulders and bulky muscles. She felt ridiculous standing near them.
Nicolas exerted pressure on her, and she realized she had taken a step toward the front door. She made herself stop, forced a smile when her lips were frozen.
"Tucker Addison," the last man said. It was impossible to adequately describe his skin. A rich dark bronze stretched over rippling muscles. His hair was closely cropped in military style, but she could see tiny spirals springing up ruthlessly in spite of his efforts to tame it.
"Nicolas has talked about all of you." It was the only thing she could think to say.
Gator grinned at her. "Now, ma'am, don't be believing anything that heathen says." He dropped the ends of most of his words, using don instead of don't, but she recognized the rhythm in the way he spoke. It was familiar, a drawling warm molasses that spread over a listener slowly. It was something to hang onto in the midst of such a large gathering.
Dahlia curled up in the chair nearest the door, thankful it was open and she could hear the noise of the swamp. It helped to steady her. "It was nice of you to lend us your cabin."
He shrugged. "It's all in the family, ma cher." He looked at Nicolas. "Jeff Hollister would have been here, but he's still recovering. Lily works that poor man on his therapy every day. He says she's a nag, but she's got him walking with a cane now instead of the walker, so he's improving."
"Lily won't let him do anything else," Sam said with satisfaction.
Dahlia could feel the affection the men had for their injured comrade. Some of the affection was mixed with anger. The energy was moving through the room to her, gathering together to surround and pour into her own terrible mix of emotions. "Who is Jeff Hollister, and what happened to him?"
"He's a GhostWalker, the same as we are cher," Gator provided. "He had a stroke and a few complications, but he's going to be all right."
She felt the instant flash of anger welling up in the men. On the heels of that strong emotion came the thought of betrayal by one of their own. The anger increased tenfold and hit Dahlia hard. She fought back the rise in the temperature, the churning in her stomach. Helplessly she looked at Nicolas.
Before he could touch her to lessen the impact, Ian McGillicuddy swore, his fist clenched tightly. "Damned traitor looking to sell us all out for money tried to murder him. And Jeff wasn't the first. We lost two good men, Dwayne Gibson and Ron Shaver. Both murdered on the job and dissected like a couple of insects."
The wave of energy combined from the rising emotions in the men contained within such a small area hit her so hard she cried out, a sharp denial as the pressure built beyond her capability to control it. She was too confined, had not even allowed herself the amethyst spheres to relieve the tension. She lunged out from under Nicolas's hand and away from the men toward the door, doing her best to direct the blast away from the house. The door and most of the doorjamb vanished as a fireball slammed through the opening out into the yard. Flames raced up the wall to the ceiling and spread across the yard to the very edge of the water.
Nicolas caught her before she could race through the open door. "You'll get burned, honey, stay back until we get this out." His voice was very calm. "I need all of you to work at putting out at the fire, but while you do, breathe slowly and evenly and meditate. We need calm."
He folded Dahlia into his arms, tight against his body, rocking her gently back and forth. "It's no big deal. We weren't prepared for the way we would all feel over Jeff. He's the kind of guy you can't help but like, and I guess we all have the same buried anger. Someone tried to murder him and it's left him fighting his way back. Our anger just came out unexpectedly."
"Do you need another anchor?" Kaden asked.
Nicolas hesitated. He didn't want Dahlia to need another anchor, but if they wanted the energy to quit feeding the fire, Kaden could help draw it from Dahlia. "Just put your hands on her shoulders."
The others quickly doused the flames in the house and worked to extinguish the ones outside. Dahlia stood between the two men, her body trembling and her head throbbing with pain. Anger could produce fire faster than anything else. She had to keep working at not being angry with herself. Why hadn't she been prepared for such a thing? The moment she was calm enough she pulled away from them. "I have to go outside right now."
Nicolas watched her go. "She's heading for the roof, but she'll believe she can never be with people after this." He shook his head. "I know what she's feeling right now, and it's not good. I should have briefed you all on the severity of the repercussions of her talents."
"Let me see if I can talk to her, Nico," Kaden suggested. "I'm an anchor, and if I can convince her she can have a fairly decent conversation with me, she might try again."
Nicolas fought down the completely humiliating and ridiculous jealousy he couldn't quite suppress. It annoyed him more than any other trait. It was something he thought petty and unworthy of a man. Kaden was a trusted friend, and he was honestly trying to help. In any case, Nicolas would stay out of sight, but near enough if Dahlia needed him.
"Talk about Lily, Kaden," Nicolas advised. His voice sounded a little too tense for his liking, but he forced a quick, grateful smile. "I'll be close in case she decides to take off."
Kaden nodded and went up the side of the house, moving quickly across the roof. Dahlia sat on the highest pitch, pale lavender balls spinning through her fingers as she looked out over the water while the wind tugged at her hair. She looked very alone.
She didn't look up when he moved up beside her and sat down. "In case there were too many of us introducing ourselves, I'm Kaden." He smiled, in what he hoped was a friendly fashion.
She rubbed her chin on her knees and breathed deep to keep the tension inside of her from exploding out. Berating herself for her lack of control hadn't helped get rid of all the energy. "You're what Nicolas refers to as an anchor, aren't you," she confirmed, pressing her lips together.
She was moving spheres through her fingers fast. Kaden found it almost hypnotic. "Yes, I can draw strong emotions away from the others so they can better function on a mission, but the emotions don't amplify my own the way the energy does you. We must seem a bit overwhelming to you. When men go into combat together they develop a certain camaraderie and often joke with one another to ease the tension." He watched her closely, feeling her emotions, knowing she was on the edge of flight. "Lily wanted to come with us, but we convinced her you would prefer she looked after your friend. Ryland is with her, and no one will get past him if he's on guard."
Dahlia made he
rself answer him when her heart was pounding and conflicting emotions swirled hotly inside of her. "That's good." Being with the men only brought her to the realization that she couldn't ever have the life she dreamed of. There would be no house in Lily's neighborhood. No barbecues in the backyard with her friends. Her emotions were too close to the surface. She wasn't like Nicolas--no matter how hard she tried, she didn't have his discipline, his self-control.
Why she felt so threatened, so afraid, she had no idea. Maybe she didn't really want Lily to be a living, breathing person. Dahlia couldn't bear to be disappointed. To find Lily different than the illusion she'd built up. Or maybe it was more than that. Dahlia rubbed her chin harder on her knees. Maybe the thought of Lily alive and well and happy in the world while Dahlia had to be alone was too much to bear. Dahlia hoped she wasn't that petty, but suspected she was. "Did anyone say if Jesse was going to live?" she asked, determined to try to appear normal.
Kaden shook his head. "He's in intensive care. They operated on his legs and gave him massive amounts of blood. The doctors couldn't believe he was still alive, but he's hanging in there. I think he has a good chance."
"And Ryland was warned not to trust any of the agents from the NCIS, right?"
"He's been alerted. How in the world did the Naval Criminal Investigative Service manage to recruit you? You weren't twenty-one when you began working for them nor did you have a bachelor's degree, which I believe is essential to fulfill the requirements."
"That's true, but I'd been in training since I was a child and I was tutored, so yes, in spite of not having attended college, I could pass anything they threw at me. And the bottom line was, I could provide a service no one else could." Her fingers slid over and around the set of spheres, moving them continually, not noticing when they took to the air above her fingertips.
Kaden tried not to stare at the spinning balls levitating just above her hand. She was in a great emotional turmoil, and he had the feeling she might bolt at any moment. "What do you do for the NCIS?"
Her dark gaze moved over his face. "All of you have security clearance. Didn't Lily find that out when she was researching me?"
"Not exactly. We knew Calhoun worked as an agent for them so the natural progression was that you did as well. Your identity is buried a whole lot deeper than Calhoun's."
"That's good to know." But it meant she was right. No one had discovered her identity; they'd found her because someone in the NCIS had betrayed her as well as Jesse. Jesse had suffered for it and could very well die. She sighed and kept the balls spinning in the air above her fingertips, concentrating on them so that the energy rising from her confused emotions could be used as fast as she produced it. "I do recovery work mostly. I retrieve things that belong to the government. If we can't get them back any other way, or secrecy is imperative, I'm their woman."
Her heart hurt. Actually hurt. She had to keep from pressing her hand against her chest. She could barely breathe. It took all of her concentration to appear normal to the GhostWalker when the energy pouring into her and around her was building to explosive levels a second time. She remembered sitting so many hours on the roof of her home, wondering why she wasn't like everyone else. She remembered moving through the streets at night and stopping to listen to mothers crooning to babies. One woman in particular had caught her attention. She rocked her baby on the front porch and sang softly to the child. Dahlia had gone home and wrapped her small raggedy blanket around her and sang the song to herself, rocking to try to feel whole just once. She detested pity parties, and she was in a full-blown one, unable to rise above it.
"Lily's very anxious to meet you. She sent you a letter."
Dahlia looked up quickly. "A letter from Lily?"
"Yes." He fished inside his shirt pocket and pulled out a small scented envelope.
Dahlia stared at it, inhaling sharply. The writing was small and neat and very feminine. Her heart lurched inside of her and a pain began somewhere in the region of her stomach. Her emotions were already unstable, and just the idea of a letter from Lily terrified her. Shaking her head, she stood up and backed away from Kaden, heedless of the danger on the steeply pitched roof.
"Dahlia." Kaden stood up as well. "I didn't mean to upset you." His gaze shifted to a spot behind her, the only warning she had.
Nicolas's hard body pressed tightly up against hers, his arms sliding around her as he reached for the envelope. "I'll take it. You didn't upset her, Kaden. It's the energy buildup. We need to give her a break."
"Dahlia, you should have told me," Kaden said immediately. "I'll leave you two to do whatever works to make you more comfortable."
Nicolas held her to him, caging her like he might a wild bird. "Don't do this, Dahlia," he whispered against her neck when Kaden made his way off the roof. "Stay with me. I know it isn't easy, but we can find a way."
"How?" She wanted to be angry, but all she could feel was despair. "Damn it, Nicolas, I hate to whine and feel self-pity. It's useless. But I can't do this. I can't be with all these people and not overload. How in the world do you think there's going to be a happily ever after? You'll have to go your way, and I can't go with you. And there's Lily." Her voice broke off and she leaned into him. "I don't want to read her letter or see her. I don't. I can't. She'll be everything I ever wanted in a sister. Everything I ever remembered, and I won't be able to have her. I should never have started anything with you. Never."
Nicolas moved his mouth over her bare neck, kissed his way along her shoulder. "You're afraid, Dahlia. That's natural, but it isn't like you to run from a problem."
"I can't do this, Nicolas. You know what could happen. I'm so close to losing my mind it's unbelievable. I can't control my thoughts or my emotions. It's a dangerous state for me to be in, especially around so many people. They can't go without feeling anything. It isn't possible."
"I know it isn't, Dahlia, I'm not minimizing the risk, but the risk is worth it. I'm not willing to walk away and pretend we didn't meet. You're a GhostWalker--you belong with us. That means we find a way to make it happen. You're not alone anymore. We've got good minds, and you know Lily is brilliant. We'll find a way to ease this. Nobody was hurt and no one is upset. We have accidents happening all the time. They might not be fires, but they can be just as dangerous. We've all had to find ways to cope. Did you see any of them staring at you as if you were different? You're the same as we are. We all have these things happen to us." He repeated it for emphasis, wanting her to believe. Willing her to believe.
His mouth was melting her with heat. The energy pounding at her, swarming around her, pouring into her began to subtly change. She could feel the change. Her heightened sexual awareness. Her body coming alive and every nerve ending waiting in anticipation. She closed her eyes against the tidal wave of passion. "Do you think we can spend the rest of our lives making love when we have company?"
"I wouldn't mind it, although I doubt if it's very practical. But sitting on the roof isn't exactly practical either."
"It works."
"So apparently does sex," he pointed out with satisfaction.
Unexpectedly she laughed, relaxing into him. "You sound so smugly male. Honestly Nicolas, you have such a thing about sex."
"Only with you. I'm not willing to give up, Dahlia. You're not a quitter. You've fought for a life since you were a child, finding your own way to deal with the energy when you had no help. You'd never be able to live with yourself if you quit now."
She turned in his arms, tilted her head to look up at him. "If I didn't find a way, I knew I'd cease to exist. I knew the energy would win. This is different. I had dreams, Nicolas. Everyone has to be able to dream. If I can't have reality, I have to be able to have dreams, and if I can't maintain with all those people," she waved her hand to indicate the GhostWalkers, "then I have nothing left, not even my dreams."
"You'll have me, Dahlia. We've spent days and nights together and we've both survived. I'm not going anywhere." His hands gripped her
upper arms. "I've looked for you all of my life. I never thought I'd ever have a woman of my own, but I've found you. You given me more than you'll ever understand. If our visits to Lily have to be short in the beginning while we learn to handle the energy, she'll understand. We'll keep working until we get it right."
She closed her eyes and buried her face against his chest. Everything he said made such sense to her. The frightening knowledge was blossoming inside of her. She was falling in love with Nicolas Trevane. She couldn't bear the thought of losing both Nicolas and Lily. He might think they could conquer the massive amounts of energy, but he'd never seen houses on fire. "I don't have your emotional control, and before you quote me all the Zen masters, I've studied their teachings. I've meditated in so many different positions I turned myself into a pretzel. It didn't do me any good. My feelings are so amplified by the energy I myself produce with my emotions. I'm frightened right now, and upset. Can't you feel the energy massing around us?"
His hands slid up her back to the nape of her neck. "Yes. Can you feel that when you're touching me, the energy lessens in intensity? I can teach you the things my grandfathers taught me. Ways to stay above the emotion and let it dissipate naturally."
"You do that. You're an anchor. It isn't your training."
"How do you think I manage to have such low levels of energy even when I'm in a life-or-death situation? It's training. You have the discipline, Dahlia. You're already using it when you rotate the spheres and allow the energy to disperse through physical activity. Come on. We don't have rooftops to leap over, or cables to run across, but we can wrestle a few alligators."
She allowed herself a second brief spurt of amusement. "You can wrestle the alligators, Nicolas, it sounds too muddy for my liking. I really don't like mud in my hair."
"You're such a girlie girl."