Tuesday. Train bound for Finland.EVAN WAS GRATEFUL HE'D been paired with Jamie. Any of the other guys would have aggravated the situation and made it worse. But Jamie understood the delicate nature of both protecting a woman and being there for her.Felecia's dark hair hid her face as she bent forward, head in her hands.There was no doubt in Evan's mind that under all of this she was a good person. Worth saving. But she had him wrapped around her finger. At every turn that thread connecting them was wound tighter and tighter until he couldn't bear to even see her flinch or be sad."Hey?" He slid his hand across her lower back to wrap around her waist.When she didn't pull away from him he tugged her closer. She let him pull her to his chest and cradle her there. Then the first sniffle came. She tried to muffle it, but she'd stuffed too much behind that damn of emotions."It's okay," he murmured and stroked her back.She fisted the front of his shirt with one hand and
Tuesday. Safe House. Helsinki, Finland.FELECIA DIDN'T BREATHE AN easy breath until they were behind the secure doors of the Helsinki safe house. Evan had explained during the train ride that Kelsey had taken their return route, setting these sites up so that they had destinations ready for them.It sounded smart. All of it.While Evan and Jamie began going over the security measures, Felecia wandered the cozy little flat squeezed into the heart of Helsinki. She'd never been to the city before, but she'd read about it. The thing that struck her most about the little she'd seen was how clean the place was. Another time, maybe in another life, she'd like to come back and tour the place. Take pictures. Buy silly souvenirs she didn't need.She wound up in the kitchen and without anything better to do, set a kettle on the stove to make tea.The train had them almost an hour ahead of the rest of the team. There hadn't been any further attacks, but she didn't think that would las
FROM EVAN'S POSITION HE could see everyone's faces. To the team's credit, they didn't give much away. From the few raised brows and tight lipped frowns he knew this wasn't what they wanted to hear."Felecia?" Logan released his death grip on the back of Kelsey's chair and straightened. "Would you give us a moment to talk?"Evan bit the inside of his mouth. All she'd told them was that there was another way, and they didn't even want to ask her questions.He shoved the annoyance aside. At least they had a better plan than throwing themselves at the brick wall they'd been trying to dismantle."Hey, I'll show you what I was able to scrounge up on our stop." Kelsey stood, putting distance between herself and Logan while talking to Felecia."Thanks," she mumbled and got up.Evan grit his teeth and reminded himself that none of them truly knew Felecia. Just because he'd spent a little more time talking to her and understanding her didn't mean she should be let in to all their discus
Tuesday. Safe House. Helsinki, Finland.FELECIA TOWEL DRIED HER hair while Kelsey flipped TV channels and sprawled on the bed. At first the companionship had been nice, but now it was clear that Kelsey was sticking close to her intentionally. Did the others think Felecia would run? That she needed a babysitter?Why now?She hadn't tried to get away and she'd had the opportunity.That morning she could have done something. She could have gone with Caleb rather than...Her mind shied away from what she'd done.She hung the towel over the back of a chair then joined Kelsey on the bed."Aren't you curious what the others are talking about?" Felecia asked."Not really." Kelsey rolled over and folded her arms behind her head. "I mostly work alone. I find that all these team talks wear me out. What's to talk about? Really? We're going to Texas. It's the best, most logical move."Felecia stared at the other woman, the answer startling her.Kelsey made a disgusted sound i
EVAN WAS READY TO drop.He'd barely slept yesterday, then he'd had first watch followed by the attack and most of the day spent traveling. It was early evening yet, but the whole team seemed ready to pack it in.They had several days of travel ahead of them and no idea what they were heading into.He should rest.That was the smart thing to do.Instead he stood in the hall, staring at Felecia's bedroom door.He should stay away from her. Things were too complicated. She was both a source and a suspect. But she'd killed someone today to protect them. It wasn't going to get any more clear cut. Things were going to keep getting jumbled. Which was why he should go to his own room and leave her alone.Evan rapped on the door with his knuckles, his other hand braced against the doorframe.She'd killed someone. He couldn't forget how utterly lost she'd looked after that. That wasn't the face of someone who was going to betray them. It was the look of someone who needed help.
"Nothing." Evan pushed a bit of her hair back behind her ear.Felecia frowned at him."You're beautiful. I like looking at you." He should take his hand back, but her hair was so soft. He didn't want to stop touching it.Her eyes widened slightly. "Oh."It wasn't just an outward beauty either. Her strength and character were just as attractive as her body. This was the person she'd chosen to be, not just who the world had made her to be.Felecia licked her lips, drawing his attention to her mouth.She had perfect lips. Not too big, not too small, just enough fullness. Everything about her was perfect.His nose bumped hers. He wasn't sure when they'd gotten this close, he couldn't think clearly. Not when his thoughts were all centered around her mouth.Evan brushed his lips over hers. Her body tensed and he felt a jolt of awareness from that simple touch. He wanted-needed-more.Felecia leaned into him, her wonderful mouth moving against his. He cradled her close to him
Wednesday. Graveyard. St. Petersburg, Russia.OBRAN STARED AT THE headstone marking his wife's grave. The stone was simple. The grave unremarkable next to all the others. Once they'd talked about what they wanted. She'd insisted that she'd come from modest roots and that was what she wanted to return to no matter what he could afford."Our girl is running into a world of hurt," he muttered to the bit of earth.His phone rang, as if acknowledging the events meant they were back on this path. At least it was his man calling and not one of the others. There was still a slim chance he could save this. Save his daughter.He blew out a breath and tapped the screen, all the while staring at the name of the woman he'd loved. "What?""She's just boarded a flight to Amsterdam," the man said."And from there?" Obran turned. He couldn't live in the past, not when the present might blow up in his face."We don't know yet. They only purchased the one-way ticket."Obran grunted.
Wednesday. Amsterdam Airport. Amsterdam, Netherlands.FELECIA DUCKED INTO THE women's restroom. She was more than a little surprised Kelsey wasn't glued to her hip. Ever since they'd left the flat that morning the other woman had stuck by her, grumbling about the stupidity of men.In truth, Felecia had been glad for Kelsey's company. The intensity from last night still reverberated in her bones.The knowing had come on her again. In his arms, surrounded by pleasure and safety, she'd known something good. Felecia's mother had explained that the sense was a gift from God. Her grandmother thought it was a supernatural ability. Felecia preferred to think of them as good instincts. Only, what she felt and thought and knew around Evan was so jumbled.She couldn't know their future.That was impossible.She needed a little space from Evan to catch her breath if nothing else. Not that she'd gotten much with him sitting directly behind her on the plane, but she'd been able to pre
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