Whatever happened was out of Ivy's control. But she got to choose who took a piece of her heart. If anyone deserved to be cared for despite the miles and time between them, it would be Piers.His hand slid up under her shirt, cupping her beast. She arched her back, pressing into his palm. She couldn't help but groan as he toyed with her nipples.Ivy slid her hand between them and wrapped it around his cock.Piers' whole body jolted at the touch. He growled something, grabbed her by both wrists and rolled her to her back. He settled over her, his weight caging her and pinning her to the bed. Her heart fluttered in her chest.How badly she wished she could have more of this. Months, maybe years of this.He buried his face against her neck and kissed. She shivered and closed her eyes, her body going limp.Piers reached down and pulled his shirt up and off her.The way he looked at her made her heart pulse in her throat. No man had both looked at her like she was the most des
Thursday. Ibiza Town, Ibiza.KILLAM STARED STRAIGHT AT the camera. He'd taken probably fifty or so pictures for passports. He knew the routine by now.It took effort to not scratch his jaw. He'd never been one for facial hair, but for the sake of even a slight disguise he'd sport it for another day or two. Maybe long enough for it to stop bothering him.The light flashed and the spindly man behind the camera waved him off.Killam blinked a few times as he moved to join Orion and Ivy.She stared at the camera as though it might come alive and bite her. "You'll be fine." Orion patted Ivy's shoulder.Killam studied the man's hand. While he didn't exactly like this guy touching Ivy, Killam didn't have the same violent urge to do him harm as he had with Jabby. Then again, Jabby's relationship to Ivy was different and things between Killam and her had been vague.Not that they'd cleared anything up.She didn't shy away from kissing him and when he'd held her hand in the
Saturday. Everglades. Florida.IVY SANK DOWN FARTHER in her seat as the wind whipped all around her body. The headphones helped block out most of the noise, but they also prevented conversation.Her body ached from all the sitting she'd been forced to do. At least she'd managed to sleep most of the trip. If she could thank the Army for anything it was the ability to sleep anywhere, anytime.A boat ride. Two planes. Another boat. And now an airboat sprint across the Everglades. All over forty-eight hours. Or had it been longer? Shorter? It blurred together to the point that she just couldn't tell.At least she hadn't needed to go through customs again. That had been a terrifying ordeal for her, despite no one noticing a single thing wrong with her passport. It had all been in her head.Piers's hand wrapped around hers.She turned her head and mustered a smile for him.He hadn't exactly been affectionate since they'd gotten the news. Not like the few hours between breakf
Sunday. Cargo Airport. Baltimore, Maryland.KILLAM FELT ALMOST HUMAN by the time they reached the cargo hangar. If the paperwork he'd seen was correct, his plane should be landing in the early morning hours.It was very likely possible that he could head off the whole thing here and now.It was equally possible that the CIA or the Task Force or whoever wanted them offed could show up and finish the job.He'd already tried to talk Ivy into hiding out in a hotel somewhere. She was going to stick close to him, no matter what he wanted.She slowed the car at the guardhouse and lowered the window.Killam leaned on the center console as a guard approached the car and bent to peer inside.The older gentleman grinned the moment their eyes locked. "Mr. Killam. I would have thought you'd have been here already."Killam returned the easy smile. "Got held up.""Your guys forget something?" The guard braced his forearms on the driver's side door.Killam paused. Forget somethi
IVY HELD ONTO THE door and kept her feet braced on the floorboard."What just happened?" she demanded.Her heart was racing and with the lack of sleep, too much caffeine mixed with adrenaline, she could taste colors."I don't know," Piers snapped.She didn't take that personally. Everyone got a pass during tense situations like these.He whipped the car into the parking lot of a train station. "We need to change and get on the train, okay?""What about the gun? Keep it or leave it?" she asked."Keep it on you, but we need to stash it somewhere soon. We don't want that on us. Chances are it could be leverage."He parked the car then pulled out a package of wipes they'd bought earlier. She snagged one and began wiping things down.They'd discussed this before. It was a matter of when the feds would catch up to them if they maintained this same course of action. The best thing for them to do was make that trail as hard to follow as possible. She did her part on his side
Monday. National Mall. Washington, DC.KILLAM HAD WORN A lot of disguises over the years. It came with the job. Most weren't all that impressive. Just something to alter his appearance slightly. None of that came close to strolling around a crowded lawn dressed up as though he were the worst nightmare in Friday the 13th.At least he and Ivy were armed with guns. Something tangible.He glanced down at her and couldn't help but smile.She'd had a lightweight maroon hoodie in the bag she'd brought with her. With the hood up to hide her blonde hair and the mask, she was invisible. Just another person out taking in the day.The Mall had only been officially open for an hour, but people had begun gathering much earlier. The carnival was open and lines had formed.He and Ivy had walked the perimeter there first, but the only vehicles around it belonged to the crew or police.Killam eyed a lone man, his face mostly covered by paint.It was going to be impossible to pick out
"Get out of here," Killam said.Ivy ignored him and reached into her back pocket. She pulled out a multi-tool and without looking at it flipped the thing open."Watch the crowd," she said."Ivy." He knelt next to her.Her focus was on the phone screen."You have to get out of here," he whispered."How good are you with detonators?" she asked.Killam could construct a rough bomb, but that wasn't his specialty. He'd undergone training as an Air Marshall, but he knew this exceeded his ability.He wanted to tell her he was an expert and she should get out of his way. He wanted to protect her. But the truth of it was that he needed her."How long will it take to handle this?" he asked instead."Longer if you keep talking to me."Fighting his instinct, he stood and braced a hand on the closest stand, doing his best to look casual and keep an eye on the crowds.Zak and Miran's people wouldn't have just set these up and left them. They'd keep an eye on them, which meant
Monday. National Mall. Washington, DC.IVY GLANCED OVER HER shoulder, but Piers was gone from view.She knew he would be. She'd stuck to her path, striking off diagonally across the green while Piers had taken off at a jog to get to the other end of the lawn before time ran out.Time.There wasn't enough of it.She picked up the pace, scanning the wide path. There were slightly fewer people, which made it easier to go faster. The further she went without spotting the car, the more nervous she got.Where was it?Had Piers been wrong?She pushed the mask up and slowed her step, peering through the people.They couldn't be wrong. They just couldn't. The other two cars had to be here."Ivy?"Her gaze focused on a woman standing all of six feet away, gaping at her. Ivy opened and closed her mouth. She knew the woman, but she wasn't supposed to be here. This was all wrong.And then it all made sense.Kelsey.The Task Force.They were here.The upload must h
A week later...QUENTIN WISHED HE COULD savor this moment. He slapped the cuffs on the pint-sized asshole who'd had Candi's life in the palm of his hand that fateful night. Was it just a week ago?This should be more satisfying.It was, in a way.Eleven perfectly timed arrests effectively cut off all the heads of Metis. According to Nadine's notes, there was still one unknown head of the organization out there. But they were not alone. Metis itself wouldn't be ordering the death of anyone else. But it didn't bring Nadine back. It didn't restore the time Quentin had lost with Candi. It did make the world a little better, and in the end that's what mattered. Nadine's final acts were all about sacrifice and justice.Quentin stepped back as the FBI agents continued doing their job.He'd been granted permission to be here. As CIA, he had no jurisdiction nor the ability to make an arrest. Still, putting those cuffs on the little asshole felt good.Nadine would be pleased.
Sunday. Clementine Baker's Home, Washington, DC.CANDI CLUTCHED Q'S HAND in both of hers. "Is this it?""Yeah," he whispered.They stared at the moderate sized home in a DC suburb. Now and wind pelted them. Her teeth chattered. And yet, it felt good. The bone chilling cold reminded her that she was alive."Are we going to knock?" she asked."No. Come on. The FBI lookouts know why we're here."Q led her through the yard and a side gate. A uniformed police officer sat at the first-floor window watching them. Q nodded. Candi lifted a hand, but let it drop to her side without actually waving."This way."Solar lights chased away the shadows, making it less ominous. In a few hours, the world would wake up to a blanket of new snow. A clean slate.Candi didn't know how to feel right now.On one hand, they'd found Nadine. They'd done what they'd set out to do.But, Nadine was dead. Her final act had been to save Q and give them the means with which to combat two threat
Small hands shoved Quentin sideways a second before bullets erupted into the night.Quentin yelled. It was mixed rage and fear. He staggered sideways, only for Nadine to shove at him again."Move, damn it," she barked.They dove behind the shelter of a single boulder. This side of the creek the ground was rockier.Quentin yanked his sidearm out of his holster and sucked down air.Unlike the men at their back, Quentin didn't have unlimited ammunition. Not unless he took theirs."Give me a gun," Nadine hissed.He still couldn't trust her. "No.""Damn you," she growled."Come out and it'll be quick," a voice called out.Nadine laid a finger across her lips and stared him down.He opened his mouth, but she spoke first."You can't think I'm that stupid," she said. With her other hand she pointed back down the way they'd come.She wanted him to go to the creek?"I think you know what your options are," the man called out.Quentin's head knew he couldn't trust Na
Saturday. Harper's Ferry, VA.QUENTIN KEPT AN ARM right around Nadine and held to the broken stub of a branch. The ground beneath them had started to crumble. He wasn't convinced that they'd keep their perch if he let go.Damn it.Every time they made a move someone was in their path. And it wasn't always the same pair.Were all six circling him and Nadine? Did that mean they'd captured Candi? Or had she gotten away?He'd heard a couple of shots off in the distance. Could it be...?No.He had to keep his mind here and now.Quentin strained to hear anything. A leaf on the wind. The crunch of a boot. Something.To Nadine's credit, even her breathing was soundless.Could he trust her to not turn on him?He didn't think so.She leaned toward him until she could whisper ever so faintly in his ear. "Now."He understood her meaning. They were both watching and waiting for an opening. Words were unnecessary risks.One thing was certain, he could trust Nadine to h
Candi's heart raced as she watched the man kneel by the bag and yank the zipper.She lunged left, behind a tree and drew her weapon.Overhead, there was no mistaking the whining whirl of helicopter blades. It might not be anyone friendly, but DC was about a half hour away by air. They'd called Q's contacts about forty-five minutes ago.Could that be help? More enemies? Something else?She didn't know, but she had to hope. She had to believe this wasn't how it was going to end."Hey!" the man barked. "Get back out here.""Keep the cash and let me go, no one has to know." She clicked the safety off the gun.Candi had mostly blocked out the fact that she'd shot and killed someone after being kidnapped. Now, it was on repeat in her mind.Could she do it again?If she got to tell Q she loved him-again-she'd pull the trigger.Her hands shook.The leaves rustled underfoot, allowing her to track the man's movements. She shifted around the tree, keeping it between them.
Saturday. Harper's Ferry, VA.CANDI CROUCHED BETWEEN THE rotted out remnants of a tree and a dense holly bush. This was as close as she could get to the house without being seen.Where had Q and Nadine gotten to?Candi had run out of the house, unable to hear anything beyond the blood pumping in her ears. She'd pushed ahead, convinced those men were right behind her. The only thought in her head was that she couldn't lag behind or else Q would have to leave her.Only, it had happened the other way around.She didn't know when or how Q got separated from her, but when she'd paused to turn around and look, he was gone.Her teeth chattered together. Had something been on the news about a cold front? The winter had been awfully mild so far. It would be their luck for snow to settle in today.Please, no...Where were they?She cautiously peered out through the branches.All but one of the men who'd arrived at the house had gone into the woods.Was this a bad idea?
Friday. Harper's Ferry, VA.THIS WAS A DISASTER of her making.The stitch in Nadine's side felt like a knife was being plunged into her. That, or her scar tissue was warning her about the turning weather. The warm spell was most certainly over."This way," Quentin whispered.Her heart twinged.This was her fault.She was going to get this boy killed. And for what?Over the years, she'd lost her focus. She'd become a leaf, being blown about with no respite. She'd done things to stay afloat, things she regretted.Like involving Quentin.He didn't know it yet, but she wasn't leaving this forest alive."Shit," Quentin muttered."What-?"She never got the question out. Her foot slipped on the underbrush then she tripped on a root. Only, the ground wasn't where she thought it should be. She pitched forward and just kept going. Her shoulder hit the steep incline first, then the rest of her. Limbs tore at her clothing. Rocks scraped her skin. Something rubbery smacke
Friday. Safe House, Unknown, VA.QUENTIN HELD TIGHT TO Candi's hand. He kept glancing at her to make sure she was really there and he hadn't imagined her dramatic return. He had the urge to leave Nadine here and run away with Candi, somewhere it would be just the two of them forever.Instead, he secured the front door then stood in the entry staring at her."And here I thought you'd finally grown a brain," Nadine said dryly.Candi held up her other hand, extending just her middle finger in Nadine's direction.Quentin's phone buzzed. He knew before he pulled it out that it was Wesley. Quentin turned the screen toward Candi. She shrugged and didn't offer any insight into what he should say or do.He clicked the answer button and put it on speaker."Wesley, hey.""Is she there?" Wesley's voice was flat, emotionless.Quentin glanced at Candi. "Yeah."Wesley sighed heavily. "Damn it.""You're on speaker," Candi said."Do you have any idea what I sacrificed to help
Friday.CANDI SLUMPED DOWN A bit more. Wesley gripped the steering wheel like he was on a race course. From where she sat, she could see the speed wavering between five and ten over the speed limit.He couldn't wait to get away from Q.Her heart nearly seized up just thinking that.She wrapped her arms around her more tightly, as if she could hold herself together with strength alone.It felt like history repeating itself.She had to leave because of Nadine for her own good.While Q remained where he was.Candi understood his resolve to carry through with his job. She really did. But her heart couldn't help but feel abandoned. Again.Q had chosen Nadine once over her, and now it was happening again.Yes, Candi knew it was different. This was about doing the right thing and protecting themselves."You're awfully quiet," Wesley finally said."Know your audience," she mumbled.He glanced at her. His sunglasses hid his eyes and made it impossible to guess at wh