Primal Law (38 page)
She grinned up at him. “Are you asking me to move in with you?”
“Yes, I am. Will you?” Jesus, he’d never been so nervous. He felt like a boy asking a girl to the prom.
“Well, I’d need a better reason than it being convenient. I’m sorta picky that way,” she said, poking him in the ribs.
Stopping outside the door to his quarters, he turned and pulled her into his arms. “Move in with me because I’m madly in love with my pretty mate and need you with me more than I need air to breathe.”
She blinked. “Wow. I believe the only answer to that is yes!”
Picking her up, he hugged her to him and swung her around, laughing. Squealing, she hooked her legs around his waist and held on, then gave him a kiss that fried his brain.
“Dang, get a room.” Ryon stepped out of his apartment, closed the door, and walked off.
“We intend to! She’s moving in with me,” Jax called to his retreating back. His friend waved and kept going.
Without letting go of his mate, he walked them inside and proceeded to show her just how happy he and his wolf were with her decision. They barely got packed and to the hangar on time. They loaded into the two Hueys, a little bit of déjà vu unsettling him for some reason. They’d come away from the first op successful, despite his life-threatening injury. He was back to full strength, his shifting abilities restored, if not his Psy gift, so there was no reason to think this op wouldn’t be successful as well.
The ride in the flying tank was loud and boring, and he was glad when they landed. They climbed out to find themselves at a private hangar in a rural area outside Dallas that they’d never used before and didn’t belong to them. Grant had pulled some strings and two plain, dark vans were waiting. Quickly, they loaded their gear and headed for the hotel close to downtown.
Kalen and Zan had booked two adjoining suites for the whole group so they could have plenty of room to move about without attracting too much attention. Forty-five minutes later the team was gathered around the dining table in one of the suites, where Kalen had placed a hunk of brick, right in the middle.
“So, are we ready to make a model?” Seemed he was talking more to himself than the group, since his green eyes were fixed on the brick. He took a couple of deep breaths, appearing to find his center or something, and smoothed a palm over the pendant on his chest.
Jax and Kira exchanged curious glances, and she shrugged. Sorcerers were interesting, for sure.
“With what, a hunk of stone?” Aric snorted, but the younger man ignored him.
In fact, Kalen seemed to forget about everyone as he focused all his attention on the object, holding his palms just above it as though warming his hands over a flame. “You’re going to reveal to me your secrets, take the form of the whole. Show me,” he murmured.
Softly, he began a chant in the strange language he’d used before, the words lyrical and hypnotic. Maybe Latin, but Jax wasn’t sure. A blue light enveloped the brick under Kalen’s palms, which was really cool. But it was nothing compared to his amazement when the brick began to break down. Grain by grain, swirling around the object like a miniature sandstorm, the brick growing smaller until there was only the sand.
Whirling, it appeared to grow in density. Multiplying and reshaping.
Four walls formed, stretched upward. From the walls, flooring ejected, creating four stories. Then dividers for the many rooms. Kalen chanted another spell and two of the walls disappeared, creating a cutaway section they could see through, like a dollhouse. He left off the roof.
Kalen stepped back, removing his hands, and the blue light vanished along with the wind. There on the table was a replica of the NewLife building, created by stone and magic. The Sorcerer wiped his brow, and then gestured to the model. “This should help.”
“Fuckin’ awesome,” Hammer said, impressed.
Jax and the others agreed. Even Aric, who clapped Kalen on the back. “You’re all right, kid. What can’t you do?”
The younger man shrugged off his touch. “Plenty of stuff.”
Sensing his discomfort, the redhead backed off. “Yeah, that’s true of us all. Why don’t we take a look at this thing so we can get going?”
With the spotlight off him, Kalen began to appear more at ease. As Nick got started, Jax caught Mac gazing at the Sorcerer with barely concealed sympathy—and perhaps something more. Oh, boy. If the doc wanted to bark up that tree, she might be in for a rough ride, if Jax’s glimpse into Kalen’s little slice of hell was any clue.
“This is going to prove invaluable,” Nick said by way of praise of Kalen’s work. He didn’t belabor the point, though, to the Sorcerer’s visible relief. “The building is located in an industrial area just a few miles from here. We’ll park on a side street and go in as before. Luckily, this property has no fence, which will make the approach simpler. However, when we go in, we’re going to split up. According to Kalen and Zan, there’s a helicopter parked on the roof, so Aric and Ryon are going to scale to the top to cut off that escape route. Ryon, as our Telepath, will let us know when they’re secure, and we’ll bust inside. Quick strike.”
A rumble of varying opinions followed the decision, but none voiced an outright objection. Everyone understood that no plan would be foolproof.
Nick went on. “Looking at the model, the first and second floors have the largest spaces, with the third and fourth floors divided into smaller areas. I’m guessing the bottom floor is reception and conference areas, based on the layout and their business of disease research, and dealing with the public. At least part of what they’re doing is legit, and they must have the facilities to conduct studies. That’s where the second floor comes in—I’m betting these are the lab and research areas.”
“The third floor is basically two long hallways with rows of cubicles,” Zan pointed out. “I’m betting these are the holding cells, which are convenient for the lab folks to access their subjects.”
Nick nodded. “With the executive offices on the top floor. The setup keeps the captives away from the public, trapped between floors with no easy escape going up or down.” He pointed to the model. “When Ryon gives the go-ahead, we’ll bust in and take out the guard in the lobby with a tranquilizer. No killing unless necessary, and no elevators in case they cut the power. We’ll take the stairs straight to the second floor, where Zan will download the hard drive and then destroy the database. Then on to the third and fourth floors, doing a sweep to make sure any prisoners are liberated and the building is clear, and then all of us back down to the first floor and we get the hell out.”
“Seems simple enough,” Jax said.
Aric leaned on the table. “Which is usually when we need to worry.”
All too true. There was a weighty pause.
“We carrying?” Ryon asked.
“Personal choice, as always,” Nick told him. “Some of you have abilities that more than make up for lack of a gun, so use your judgment.”
Hammer, Nick, and Ryon were the only ones who opted for man-made firepower this time around. The rest, Jax included, preferred to rely on their own talents. To the skeptic, Jax would retort that they’d been carrying M-16s in Afghanistan and it hadn’t made a goddamned bit of difference to the pack of rogue shifters who slaughtered them. They might as well have been using flyswatters.
“We doing this tonight?” Aric asked their boss.
“No reason to wait. We’ll head out at midnight; after Aric and Ryon secure the roof, we should be ready to take the building by one.” Nick checked his watch. “It’s almost nine. Everybody try to get some rest. You’ll need it.”
Mac and Melina took a bedroom, Kira another. Some of the team spread out on the sofas and the floor, and some sat at the tables, or paced. Jax and Nick were among those who couldn’t sleep, and so they leaned against the counters in the small kitchenette talking in quiet tones. Something about Nick’s demeanor struck him as off, but he couldn’t put his finger on what.
“What’s bothering you, Nicky?”
The man gave him a long, searching look, but shook his head. “Just thinking about tonight. Strategizing.”
“It’s more than that.” An awful thought occurred him. “We’re going to get our asses kicked, is that it?”
“Not exactly.”
“Come on, don’t give me that shit,” Jax said irritably. “Tell me what’s going to happen.”
“You know I can’t do that, Jax. I don’t know everything, and even if I did—”
“I know. You can’t interfere with free will. You can’t change the future.” Damn, this burned.
“It’s not that I’m not allowed, it’s that I
won’t
. Every decision we make affects those around us in ways we can’t possibly foresee,” he insisted, his voice full of regret. “I learned that the hard way and it’s a lesson I won’t ever forget.”
won’t
. Every decision we make affects those around us in ways we can’t possibly foresee,” he insisted, his voice full of regret. “I learned that the hard way and it’s a lesson I won’t ever forget.”
“We’re going to fail tonight.” A ball formed in his gut.
“Define failure.”
“Meaning we’re not going to accomplish every task we set out to do.”
“Does anyone?”
“Damn it, Nick!”
“What do you want me to say?” He was getting angry, probably because he hated carrying his burden and was torn by the knowledge.
“Tell me if we’re going to lose anyone,” Jax hissed, grabbing the front of the man’s shirt in his fist.
Nick’s silence, the anguish on his normally hard features, told him all he needed to know. Slowly, Jax released his grip and sagged against the counter.
“Who? Is it me?”
His boss met his gaze, jaw clenching, obviously waging war with himself. Finally he pushed from the counter. “I’m sorry. Just watch your back tonight, okay?”
Cold numbed him to his toes. “You’ll look after Kira if something happens to me. Promise.”
“You know I’ll take care of anyone in my fold. You have my word.” For a few seconds, he debated saying more, then walked out of the kitchen.
Oh, God. It’s me. I’m going to die.
What would Kira do after he was gone?
She’ll grieve, but she’ll be okay, in time. Nick and the others will take care of her. I know it.
Heart heavy, he went to the bedroom where his mate napped so peacefully. So pretty and innocent in sleep. His angel.
If they were alone, he’d make love to her until they had to leave. As it was, he contented himself with holding her in his arms, settling her head on his chest. Cuddling was loving, too, just as much as sex.
He kissed the top of her blond head. “I love you, baby. Always.”
Mumbling, she snuggled closer. He counted himself a lucky man.
For a few more hours, he’d have everything he’d never known he wanted, until it was too late.
It would have to last an eternity.
Nick and Jax were acting weird.
As the team got ready to move just before midnight, Kira watched the two men speaking only when necessary, avoiding looking at each other directly. A couple of times, though, she caught the boss staring at her or Jax when he thought they weren’t aware. Several times she tried to get one of them alone to learn the source of the tension, but with all the activity around them, it was impossible.
The most she and her sexy mate managed was a quick kiss as they left the suites behind and headed for the vans. In the parking garage, they divided into the same two groups riding together as before, and were off in a matter of minutes.
Jax clutched her hand for the short ride. No one spoke. The nicer, chic area north of Dallas soon gave way to the sparse, depressing run-down south side, with its haphazard mix of old apartment units, single frame homes, and businesses. Kira could see why Chappell and his goons would move at least part of their operation to this location—nobody in their right mind would want to hang out in this place. Even the police.
Hammer pulled onto a side street, parked right behind the first van, and said a quick prayer. “Lord, please watch over our tires and rims. Amen.”
Jax and his friends snorted with laughter, and Kira smiled at the grim humor. Hammer never had too much to say, but when he did, it was either really funny, or really important. In this case, it was both.
She climbed out after Jax and he swept her into a prolonged hug, holding her against him as though he never wanted to let her go. A barrage of his emotions hit her at once—fear, regret, anger, and most of all, love. Pulling back, she searched his face, but his expression revealed nothing of the turmoil below the surface. She opened her mouth to ask him what was wrong, but he cut her off.
“Stay here and stay safe with Melina and Mac,” he said. “I’ll be back before you know I’m gone.”
His kiss eliminated any further protest. She told herself she was worrying for no reason. His powers had returned and this wasn’t his first rodeo. The whole team was there to watch one another’s backs. Her mate would be fine.
He would.
“I’ll be waiting,” she said softly. “I love you.”
“I love you more.” His mouth quirked into a grin and then he turned to join his team.
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