indicated a colorful umbrella over a round table on the sidewalk where she’d been. “I’ve been traveling nonstop to find you and I could use a cup of coffee about now.”
Her brothers poured out of the store, rushing to surround the man. He calmly handed Jebediah his identification. It was his stillness-his complete control-that worried Briony. This man reminded her too much of Jack. She didn’t trust anyone, and without a doubt, Kadan Montague was enhanced both physically and psychically. More than that, she realized right away, he was an anchor. Out in public, her body trembled continually and she had to fight off the pain squeezing her head like a vise. The moment he’d approached, the symptoms had receded.
She pressed both hands over her stomach. She was never going to feel safe again. Worse, her brothers were running with her. They had no plan. No clear direction. They didn’t even really know why they had to run. She knew Jebediah could read the desperation in her eyes, because he put his arm around her and pulled her close to him.
“Please, I’m only asking for a few minutes of your time.”
“Are you armed?” Jebediah asked.
“Yes. And you should be as well. I arrived too late to help at the circus, tracked you to the villa, and followed you here. I’m not the only one on your trail.”
Seth cursed under his breath. “I watched the entire time; I never saw a tail.”
Jebediah gestured to indicate that Kadan precede him to the table. “Seems like half the world is on our trail. What is it you want?”
Kadan waited until the Jenkins family was seated around him, the brothers forming a protective ring around their sister. “Did you meet up with Jack Norton in Kinshasa?” he asked bluntly.
“I’m not going to answer that,” Jebediah said.
“Maybe this will help you understand what’s going on,” Kadan said, opening his briefcase. Before he could retrieve anything, Jebediah pinned his wrist. Kadan merely looked at him, one eyebrow raised. Jebediah slowly removed his hand.
Kadan took out a file. “Once upon a time, many years ago, a brilliant researcher, with more money than good sense and morals, came to Europe and went through the orphanages looking for specific children. He wanted children, all female, who showed promises of superior intelligence, but also-more importantly-a psychic gift.”
Tyrel leaned forward. “How would this researcher be able to tell if a child was bright with psychic gifts? How old were these girls?”
“Many of them were infants. He bought the girls and took them back to his lab, where he proceeded to conduct experiments on them. Later, when he feared he might get caught, he devised a plan to make it look to the world as if he had adopted the girls out. In the meantime, he conducted his experiments on volunteers, military men trained in Special Forces.”
Jebediah let out his breath in a slow hiss of comprehension. “He was developing a superior soldier, a weapon, using physical and psychic enhancement.”
“Exactly. Briony, you’re one of his girls.”
“Dr. Whitney,” Jebediah said. “My parents were approached by a man named Peter Whitney. He was a billionaire. Checked out completely, had all kinds of ties to several governments, here in Europe as well as in the States. He knew the president and just about anyone who was anyone. He said his wife died and he just couldn’t raise his daughter alone. He wanted her in a loving environment, but somewhere she could develop her unusual skills.”
Kadan nodded. “We don’t know everything. Supposedly Whitney was murdered, but none of us believe he’s dead. We’ve retrieved three of the girls, now grown women, of course. Lily, Dahlia, and Iris, and now you, Briony. We’ve been looking everywhere. I know you’re not an anchor. How have you managed to survive all these years without one, in such close proximity to others?” There was open admiration in his voice.
Briony gripped Jebediah’s hand hard. “Do you know a man named Luther? Enhanced physically and psychically just as you are?” Deliberately she hit him with her certain knowledge.
Kadan shook his head. “I’m sorry, no. There are two teams of men I’m aware of. If there are others, Whitney enhanced them in secret.”
“What did he do to them?” Tyrel asked.
They all had questions.
“It’s an involved process,” Kadan said. “If you come back with me, to the States, Lily can explain it. She’s one of the girls bought from the orphanage. She’s been working not only to find the other girls, but to find a way to help those who aren’t anchors to better be able to live in the world without constant pain.”
“You mean that’s real?” Seth asked.
“Oh, yeah, it’s real,” Kadan said. He leaned across the table. “You’ve been able to do that, Briony, when even most of the men have problems, and they were adults and strong. Your input would be invaluable to the rest of us.”
Jebediah’s face darkened with anger as he read through his sister’s file. Much of it was in scientific terms he couldn’t understand, but the gist was there and it was horrendous. “Does Jack know about this?”
“Not yet. We believed Briony was in the most immediate danger. Is she pregnant?”
There was a long silence. Kadan looked around at the set faces. He tapped the file. “We just received the information that you’re pregnant or we would have moved sooner to alert you. We hacked into Whitney’s computer and this indicates she’s pregnant. If the child is Jack’s and both of you are enhanced, do you have any idea what that could mean? Whitney would do anything to get his hands on the baby. And from what I’ve been told, Briony, he’ll do whatever it takes, including killing everyone you love, to get you back. He’d like to use you in his breeding program.”
“This is scaring the hell out of me, Jeb.” She looked to her oldest brother. “I couldn’t bear it if any of you were hurt because of me.”
Kadan tapped his briefcase. “They won’t stop, Briony, and sooner or later they’ll kill your brothers and take you back to the lab. You need protection. Come back with me, and we’ll make certain Whitney never gets his hands on you or the baby.”
Jebediah continued to frown down at the file. “Why would you be so willing to put yourself in harm’s way for my sister?”
“Because she’s one of us,” Kadan said.
“Luther volunteered to protect me too. He murdered Tony,” Briony said, watching Kadan’s face carefully. It didn’t do her much good; the man never changed expression.
“Who is Tony?” he asked.
“The father of my baby,” she lied.
Kadan blinked, his only reaction. “Not Jack?”
Briony shook her head. “Not Jack. Unfortunately when I went to the doctor, thinking pregnancy impossible because I was on birth control… ”
“They were giving her placebos,” Jebediah snapped. “Damn them. Where did you get this file?”
“We hacked into the doctor’s computer and stole it. He’s been trying to maneuver Jack Norton and your sister together for this past year. He didn’t count on her being able to be with another man. Not being an anchor was his safeguard against Briony finding a relationship.” Kadan’s voice was devoid of expression as he imparted the information. His eyes stared straight into Briony’s. “Like Whitney, I can’t imagine how you could possibly have a sexual relationship with a man who isn’t an anchor.”
Briony shrugged. “He didn’t think I could stand living with my family either, but I have for all these years. I also perform in front of thousands of people. Did anyone think I could do that?”
“Briony.” Jebediah simply said her name softly, emotion moving through the depths of his eyes. “We should have known about this. We would have been… ” He broke off, looking helplessly at his brothers.
“Better with you, more understanding,” Tyrel finished.
“I’m fine. Mom always said I was strong enough, and I am.” She touched Jebediah’s arm because he looked so distressed. Fortunately, with Kadan so close she couldn’t feel his distress.
“Wait a minute,” Ruben interrupted. “None of this makes any sense to me. Why would this Dr. Whitney want to get this guy Jack together with Bri?”
