Chasing The Shadows

face as white as her sterile surroundings. She hadn't yet woken. Nikki suspected she never would.

'Five minutes is all you have,' Jake prompted softly.

She took another deep breath and released it slowly, gathering her courage. Then she glanced past Jake and met Mark's red-rimmed gaze. In his brown eyes she saw a mix of emptiness, despair and deep, dark fury. The sort of fury that fired the bitter quest for revenge.

'I can't promise this won't hurt her,' she said. 'I've never tried anything like this before.'

His nod was tight. Angry. 'The doctors said she might never…' he hesitated, his gaze moving back to his wife as he took a deep, shuddering breath. 'If she doesn't, I want the bastard that did this to her. I want him dead. You understand me? Dead .'

Jake placed a comforting hand on his friend's arm. Mark shook it off. 'Just tell me you'll try. Tell me you won't hand this bastard over to the cops. He doesn't deserve justice. All he deserves is death. A long and lingering death.'

'We'll do all we can.' Jake glanced at her. 'You sure you want to do this?'

She nodded. 'It's our only chance of finding out where Farmer might be hiding.'

'Then do it now, because we're running out of time.'

She walked over to the bed and stared down at Dale's still features. Goose bumps chased their way across her skin, and the sensation of evil stirred through her mind.

Imagination, she thought. She flexed her fingers then raised her hands, lightly touching Dale's temples.

She closed her eyes, trying to ignore the condors making such a mess of her stomach, and gingerly reached with her mind.

And met not the thoughts of a sick woman, but the trap of a vampire.

Chapter Twelve

For a second, Nikki froze, like a deer caught in the glare of headlights. Farmer's laughter spun around her, cold and victorious. Her first instinct was to pull away and break the connection between them, but she resisted the urge. If they were going to stop this man, they needed to know more about him, and that might only be achieved by actually talking to him.

I know how your mind works, remember, he said, his mind voice devoid of any emotion, yet somehow chilling. It was not hard to guess you'd try something like this.

Haven't you done enough to her?she spat back . Leave her some dignity in death, at least.

Why should I? They gave me no dignity in life.

School children are notoriously cruel. That's a fact of life. Something we all had to live with at one time or another.

But these twelve were not children. They were adults. There were no excuses for what they did.

Just as there was no excuse for taking over the minds of those two young women, forcing them to get drunk then jump off the roof.Though it was a guess, she knew it was a fairly safe one. There was really no other sensible explanation for what had happened—not that the authorities would ever consider that a sensible explanation.

An easy death, compared to the hell they gave me.

Or the death you're now giving the remaining ten.

His laughter spun around her, a flat sound that chilled her very soul. You are very clever—but not clever enough.

Malevolence swirled, and the sense of impending doom hit her like a punch in the stomach. Winded, chilled, she somehow wrenched her hands away from Dale's forehead and opened her eyes. And saw the other woman open hers. But there was no life in her blue gaze. No humanity. Only an evil colder than hell.

'Mine,' she said. It was a feminine voice, yet somehow it was also Farmer's.

Silver flashed through the air. With a cry of fear, Nikki stumbled back. Heat seared along her arm.

'Where the hell did that come from?' Jake shouted, rushing for the bed along with Mark.

Dale's fist flew, knocking them both away, her strength seemingly inhuman. She wrenched the wires and sensors from her body, then thrust the sheet aside. Nikki flung out her hand and stopped her kinetically.

Blood dripped from the wound on Nikki's arm, pooling at her feet. Another chill ran across her skin. It was an omen, but of what she wasn't sure.

Dale screamed and twisted, her movements furious, her face turning a mottled sort of red.

Nurses and doctors appeared from everywhere. 'What's going on here?' one said. He took one look at Dale and swore under his breath. 'All of you—out. Now.'

'I wouldn't advise that,' Jake said, climbing to his feet and rubbing his chin.

The doctor glared at him. 'Nurse, get security. I want these people out of here.' He grabbed a needle from the trolley one of the nurses had pushed in and walked toward the bed.

A second nurse grabbed Nikki's arm and wrenched her away. She broke the woman's grip with a sharp twist, but by then her kinetic hold had slipped. Dale screamed. She kicked the needle from the doctor's hand then smashed him sideways with a clenched fist. Nurses ran to help him but were just as easily swatted away. Dale rose on the bed and launched herself across the room—the knife a deadly point at the end of her human arrow.

Nikki hit her again with kinetic energy, holding her still and high above the floor. Sweat trickled down the side of her face, and pain as sharp as the knife aimed at her heart slithered through her brain.

'Jake,' she groaned out, ignoring the gasps around her. 'Grab the knife off her.'

She lowered Dale several feet. Jake pushed past the nurses and pried the knife from Dale's stiff fingers.

She screamed in rage, fighting Nikki's hold on her. The arrowheads of pain became a landslide, and she knew she wouldn't be able to hold her for much longer. Not after her efforts in the sewers.

'Now, grab a bandage or something to tie her hands and feet.'

He found a bandage on the trolley and quickly did as she asked. 'Now, doctor,' she ground out. 'When I place Dale back on the bed, you be ready with that sedative, because I'm not going to be able to hold her much longer.'

He climbed to his feet and readied another sedative. Nikki thrust Dale towards the bed, dumping her none too gently on top of the twisted sheets. Nurses jumped on her, holding her down as the doctor injected her. Within minutes, the fight went out of her.

'God almighty, what on earth happened there?' Mark stared at her, a mix of confusion and fear in his gaze.

Knowing she was psychic and actually seeing those skills in action were obviously two very different realities. 'The man who attacked your wife is a powerful telepath. He was controlling your wife's actions just now.'

'But—' His voice faded as he ran a hand across his bald head. 'Remember what I said. Justice is no answer here.'

Jake placed a hand on Mark's arm. 'He'll get what's coming to him, never fear.'

The back of Nikki's neck tingled in warning. She turned. Michael was close—and the very lack of emotion in the link told her he was furious.

He stepped into the room a moment later. His dark gaze stabbed towards her, and she met it defiantly.

She'd done nothing truly wrong. Granted, attempting to read Dale's memories while he wasn't there was a bit foolish. But he wasn't always going to be around, and she really did have to learn to control her growing gifts. No matter how dangerous that might be.

Power swept the room. Everyone froze but Jake and her. 'Out, both of you,' Michael said, his soft voice holding no hint of the anger she could feel in him.

She shared a glance with Jake, then walked from the room. Jake swiped an antiseptic swab and another