on the table and she drank, trying to get rid of the dry, sour taste in her mouth. Then she saw the note. Picking it up, she ran her hands across the script. Was he close?
She examined her surroundings some more. A fridge stood in the corner, hopefully with some food—her stomach rumbled at the thought. And a camera hung in the corner of the room, but at least they’d made no attempt to hide it. Were they watching her even now? Was Connor watching her?
She pushed off the blanket and swung her feet to the floor. Her legs shook a little, but she locked her muscles and managed to stand. A couple of shaky steps took her to the small bathroom, and she leaned over the sink and splashed her face with water.
A mirror hung above the sink and for the first time in years, she stared into her own face.
She was pretty. Sort of. Her face was too thin, but she was okay, not horrible anyway, and her eyes were unusual.
Back in the bedroom, she studied her new home. A huge bunch of flowers stood on a shelf by the door, all sorts, mixed colors. Leaning down, she breathed in the sweet scent. A note was propped underneath.
Welcome, love Tasha and Anya
Her sisters.
***
“She’s awake,” Sebastian said. “Perhaps we should call Connor.”
“I’m here.” Connor stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. Anya sat at the desk, watching the monitor, Sebastian stood behind her. Tasha was curled up on the sofa, yawning.
Connor crossed the room and stared down at the screen. Keira sat in the bed, a plate of food perched on her knee. He wanted to go to her, comfort her, and tell her she wasn’t alone, but that would be stupid. And painful.
He’d known she was conscious. Something had startled him awake. Could he sense her even through these walls? Not a headache but a slight buzz in his brain.
“So tell me what happened with the implant,” Sebastian said.
Connor sighed. As he’d suspected, he was no more prepared to talk about it now than he had been before. He’d been thinking about what happened and he reckoned it was probably safe for Sebastian to go in there. He didn’t like the idea, but she needed to talk to someone, and Sebastian was shielded. Neither of the girls were; they didn’t want to block their telepathy. Sebastian should be okay as long as he didn’t try and make love with Keira and he wouldn’t do that because Anya would kill him. And she was an assassin and good at it. Or Connor would kill him. Either way he’d be dead.
“I think it melted,” he answered Sebastian’s question.
“So they don’t work with her, even double strength?”
“No it worked at first, but it’s buggered now.”
“So it’s unsafe for me to go in there?” Sebastian asked.
God, he was persistent. Connor shifted uneasily. He so didn’t want to have this conversation. He took a deep breath, shoved his hands in his pockets. Opened his mouth, saw Anya and Tasha waiting expectantly for his words, and closed it again. Perhaps he should talk to Sebastian alone.
Sebastian frowned. “Come on, Connor. What happened?”
He could do this. “It was fine, no problems, we talked—I’ll go through that later. Then…”
He watched as Keira took a bite of her sandwich, licked the crumbs from her lips and heat flickered along his nerves.
“Then later on, we were making love, and she came, and my brain exploded.” He said the words as quickly as possible then waited for the fallout. It never came. Nobody appeared in any way shocked. In fact, Tasha nodded.
“Tasha reckoned that’s what happened,” Anya said.
Sebastian grinned. “I said not likely, you’re such a miserable bastard. But at least you were making a good job of it.”
“Fuck off,” Connor growled.
“So I should be okay?” Sebastian said.
“Just don’t get her excited, because it fucking hurt.”
“Did it force you to shift?”
“Yeah, I’d have been dead otherwise. I was very nearly dead anyway.”
“You like her don’t
She examined her surroundings some more. A fridge stood in the corner, hopefully with some food—her stomach rumbled at the thought. And a camera hung in the corner of the room, but at least they’d made no attempt to hide it. Were they watching her even now? Was Connor watching her?
She pushed off the blanket and swung her feet to the floor. Her legs shook a little, but she locked her muscles and managed to stand. A couple of shaky steps took her to the small bathroom, and she leaned over the sink and splashed her face with water.
A mirror hung above the sink and for the first time in years, she stared into her own face.
She was pretty. Sort of. Her face was too thin, but she was okay, not horrible anyway, and her eyes were unusual.
Back in the bedroom, she studied her new home. A huge bunch of flowers stood on a shelf by the door, all sorts, mixed colors. Leaning down, she breathed in the sweet scent. A note was propped underneath.
Welcome, love Tasha and Anya
Her sisters.
***
“She’s awake,” Sebastian said. “Perhaps we should call Connor.”
“I’m here.” Connor stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. Anya sat at the desk, watching the monitor, Sebastian stood behind her. Tasha was curled up on the sofa, yawning.
Connor crossed the room and stared down at the screen. Keira sat in the bed, a plate of food perched on her knee. He wanted to go to her, comfort her, and tell her she wasn’t alone, but that would be stupid. And painful.
He’d known she was conscious. Something had startled him awake. Could he sense her even through these walls? Not a headache but a slight buzz in his brain.
“So tell me what happened with the implant,” Sebastian said.
Connor sighed. As he’d suspected, he was no more prepared to talk about it now than he had been before. He’d been thinking about what happened and he reckoned it was probably safe for Sebastian to go in there. He didn’t like the idea, but she needed to talk to someone, and Sebastian was shielded. Neither of the girls were; they didn’t want to block their telepathy. Sebastian should be okay as long as he didn’t try and make love with Keira and he wouldn’t do that because Anya would kill him. And she was an assassin and good at it. Or Connor would kill him. Either way he’d be dead.
“I think it melted,” he answered Sebastian’s question.
“So they don’t work with her, even double strength?”
“No it worked at first, but it’s buggered now.”
“So it’s unsafe for me to go in there?” Sebastian asked.
God, he was persistent. Connor shifted uneasily. He so didn’t want to have this conversation. He took a deep breath, shoved his hands in his pockets. Opened his mouth, saw Anya and Tasha waiting expectantly for his words, and closed it again. Perhaps he should talk to Sebastian alone.
Sebastian frowned. “Come on, Connor. What happened?”
He could do this. “It was fine, no problems, we talked—I’ll go through that later. Then…”
He watched as Keira took a bite of her sandwich, licked the crumbs from her lips and heat flickered along his nerves.
“Then later on, we were making love, and she came, and my brain exploded.” He said the words as quickly as possible then waited for the fallout. It never came. Nobody appeared in any way shocked. In fact, Tasha nodded.
“Tasha reckoned that’s what happened,” Anya said.
Sebastian grinned. “I said not likely, you’re such a miserable bastard. But at least you were making a good job of it.”
“Fuck off,” Connor growled.
“So I should be okay?” Sebastian said.
“Just don’t get her excited, because it fucking hurt.”
“Did it force you to shift?”
“Yeah, I’d have been dead otherwise. I was very nearly dead anyway.”
“You like her don’t
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