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  Talen punched in keys on a laptop, and a region of the Pacific Northwest came into view. “We’ve been watching a Kurjan encampment located east of Seattle. There’s been additional activity in and out the last two weeks.”

  “Any proof Garrett is on site?” Dage asked, shifting papers aside on the onyx table.

  “No,” Talen said. Harsh lines cut into the sides of his mouth as he discussed his son like any other mission. “Another message came earlier today about the exchange for Brenna before the solstice.”

  “That’s a smokescreen. They want Janie,” Jase said. He glanced at the wall and fought the urge to massage his healing balls. “Why don’t we take the Kurjans’ main headquarters in Canada and take the Kurjan leader? It’s time Franco came out of hiding. If Kalin has Garrett, and we think he does, then let’s exchange Franco, his—what the hell is he, anyway?”

  “Cousin, I think. Maybe nephew?” Dage muttered. “I can never keep them straight.”

  “The problem is, Kalin might let us keep Franco. Word has it Kalin is stepping up his game to rule the Kurjans.” Kane spoke up even as he kept reading a report.

  “So he’d kill family to rule?” Jase frowned. “Are you sure?”

  “Yes.” Dage nodded. “So the Kurjans think we’ll focus on Brenna and not notice Janie sneaking off to save her brother. We might be able to use that.” He focused on Talen. “Has Kalin contacted Janie with demands?”

  “She says he hasn’t,” Talen said.

  “Is she lying?” Dage asked.

  “Yes.” Talen spread papers out on the table. “I have Max and another guard on her as well as five men she doesn’t know about. She’s not going anywhere.”

  Dage nodded. “Good. Give me your three best plans.”

  Talen grabbed a notebook. “One—we take Seattle and search for intel on Garrett. Two—we take Franco out of Canada and try for an exchange for Garrett. Three—we agree to the exchange, dress Moira up as Brenna, and set a trap for them here when they come for Janie.”

  “I dislike the third option,” Conn said from where he leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “However, my witch is a badass, and it’s a good plan.”

  Dage rubbed his chin. “Do we have the manpower to implement all three strikes at once?”

  Kane leaned forward. “We do if we use our shifter allies near Seattle. Then we hit Canada and set the trap here.”

  “Okay.” Dage pushed away from the table. “Talen? You have three hours to come up with complete battle plans. We’ll meet back here then.”

  The men stood and headed for the door.

  “Jase? Stay, please,” Dage said.

  Jase’s gut lurched. He waited until his brothers had left and then shut the door. Turning around, he dropped back into a chair and winced.

  Dage frowned. “You all right?”

  Apparently Moira hadn’t reported back about his flaming balls yet. “Fine.”

  “Good. I’m benching you for this one.”

  “No.”

  Dage lifted one dark eyebrow. “That was a directive from the king, not your older brother.”

  “No. That was from my older brother,” Jase said softly. “You need everybody you have for this strike. I’m strong, and I’m ready.”

  “No—”

  “I screwed up, and I know it.” Jase leaned his elbows on the table. “It won’t happen again.”

  Dage blew out air. “You don’t talk about it.”

  Everything in Jase stilled. “About what?”

  “You know what. Your time with the demons.” Dage shook his head. “I’ve given you years to deal . . . yet you never talk about the captivity.”

  “There’s nothing to say.”

  “Why didn’t they kill you?” Dage asked.

  Jase blinked. Now that was the question that kept him up at night. “Honestly? I think they hoped I was so fucked up after five years of torture, I’d come back here and be a distraction.” Upon his rescue, his own doctors had probed him head to toe. There were no weapons, capsules, anything in his body that would harm his family. “I passed every psychological test Kane could come up with to make sure my brain wasn’t changed.”

  But he’d been changed, and he had returned seriously fucked up. As a plan, it didn’t suck. “I’ve already screwed up—nearly getting Talen killed.” Jase leaned forward. “But I can beat this. You just need to trust me.” Yeah, it was a manipulative move that played on an older brother’s emotions. But Jase needed to be in the action. He needed to help save Garrett.

  Dage eyed him. “Talen’s the strategic leader for the Realm and is creating this plan. It’s up to him if you go.”

  Excellent. Talen was a much easier sell than Dage. Of course, Jase had almost gotten him blown up a couple of days ago. “Great.”

  Dage stood. “When this is over and we have Garrett back, you and I are talking about your time in captivity. I want to know all of it.”

  Jase lifted his chin and eyed his older brother. “You really don’t.” Without waiting for a reply, he pivoted and strode out of the room. He’d worked hard to bury the pain, and no matter how well-meaning Dage was, opening that wound would cause more damage than he could repair. He glanced at his watch. Crap. He was late.

  Several corridors later, he knocked on the prophet’s door. Lily opened it and gestured him inside. The woman always smelled like strawberries.

  He tried to step lightly over her Persian rug, but his boots left huge prints. The chair creaked when he lowered his bulk. He winced when his ass hit the cushion.

  Lily frowned. “Are you all right?”

  Heat climbed into his face. “Fine. Thanks.”

  She sat on a tiny chair and leaned forward. “Did you harm yourself training?”

  “No.” There was no way to explain.

  Lily nodded. “All right. Tell me about the anger.”

  Brenna took a deep breath and tried to control the power. Fire danced down her arms again.

  “Shit.” Moira tossed a ball around her. Again. “Concentrate, Bren.”

  “I am.” It was like being a teenager again and just coming in to power. “I can’t believe I’m failing to control plasma.”

  Moira wrinkled her nose. “You have ten times the power of a newbie, and yet, no control.” She coughed back a laugh. “Did you see Jase’s face?”

  Brenna snorted before she could stop herself. “His face? I don’t think his face was the problem.”

  Moira erupted into laugher until tears glimmered in her eyes. She dropped to the mat in the quiet gym. “I’ll never get that sight out of my head.”

  Brenna sobered. “So you felt my power return from across the subdivision?”

  “Aye. I always feel when another witch is altering matter.” Moira sat up, losing her smile. “But, well, yours felt different.”

  Brenna batted Moira’s plasma out of the way. “Different how?”

  “Dunno.” Moira back-flipped to stand. “Here’s the deal. We’re the closest in age, and we’ve always shot straight with each other, right?”

  Even though there was still a century of age between them,

  Moira had always been Brenna’s closest confidant. Brenna steeled her shoulders. “Aye.”

  “You know about the Pagurus Comet, right?”

  Brenna stilled. “Yes. Why?”

  “Well, it’s real. Maybe.” Moira scratched her elbow. “I remember when you were born. The very air felt different.”

  A shiver racked Brenna. “Are you serious?” This was crazy. Even though Kane seemed to give credence to the legend, Brenna still hadn’t really believed it. She peered closer at her sister. Was Moira playing a joke?

  Moira nodded. “I’m deadly serious. There’s something to the legend, and the fact that your power is back so suddenly makes me wonder.”

  Brenna’s mind spun. “My power is coming back because I mated one of the strongest vampires on earth.”

  “Maybe.” Moira slid a few feet away. “Maybe it’s a combination of
the two.”

  “So? What does that mean?”

  “Dunno. Just that if the legends are true, or if the seers really know diddly, you’ll be one seriously strong badass on the solstice.”

  The door opened, and Janie Kayrs eased inside, a longneck in her hand. “Hello, Auntie Witches.”

  Moira flashed a grin. “Funny. Shouldn’t you be communing with the gods or something?”

  Brenna frowned at her sister. “Leave her alone.” While Janie might be in her mid-twenties, an air of ancientness surrounded her. Most psychics seemed like old souls.

  Janie took a sip of the beer. “That’s actually why I’m here.”

  Moira stepped closer to their niece. “Did you have a vision?”

  “Yes.”

  “About Garrett?” Brenna asked.

  “No.” Janie twirled the beer bottle. “About you, Bren.”

  Lovely. Brenna searched for calm. “Don’t tell me. I blow up the world on the winter solstice.”

  Janie shifted her feet, her pretty blue eyes clouding. “Maybe.” Moira’s smile stopped halfway across her lips. “Wait a minute. Are you serious?”

  Janie rubbed her mouth. “Yes.”

  Moira cut a look at Brenna, instantly turning into the deadly enforcer she was. “Tell me what you saw.”

  Janie leaned against the wall, fatigue darkening into circles under her eyes. “I saw Brenna and waves of liquid oxygen. Vibrating with power, unstable, and on the brink of exploding.”

  Brenna swallowed, chills rippling through her spine. “Where was I?”

  “Don’t know. But it felt hot—and scary. You were totally out of control.” Janie took another deep gulp of the beer, concern etched into her face. “I thought I should warn you.”

  “Have your visions ever been wrong?” Brenna whispered, her mind searching for reason.

  “No. But there are always many paths to the future, and this is just one. It may not happen.” Janie’s face lost all color and she swayed.

  Moira instantly shot forward and helped her to the mat. “What in the world?”

  Janie’s head dropped forward as she gave a low moan. “Oh God. I should never have let them take my blood.”

  Moira shook her shoulder. “Who? Who did you give blood?”

  Janie swallowed and lifted her head. “Nobody.” Using the wall for leverage, she pushed herself to stand. “I need to go.” Her gait hitched as she headed out the door.

  Brenna frowned. “I sometimes forget the burden that woman carries.”

  “Not me,” Moira murmured, her gaze on the empty doorway. She turned her full attention to Brenna. “If there’s a chance your powers will really increase, we need to get them under control. Now settle into a fighting stance and concentrate.”

  Brenna flashed back to her thirteenth year when Moira had first trained her to alter matter into weapons. “Fine. But no burning my feet this time if I don’t catch on quick enough.”

  Moira rolled her eyes. “You’re such a baby.”

  “Oh yeah?” Drawing on her center, Brenna re-formed the air into a pulsing ball of fire. She drew back her arm to throw it, and the fire ripped right up to the ceiling. A light exploded, shooting sparks. She yelped and jumped out of the way.

  Moira tossed up three lasers to instantly snuff out the fire. “You are out of control.”

  Yeah, but it felt damn good. To go without a part of her for so long had hurt. Her heart whispered that Jase faced a similar lack every day. Maybe his powers would return, too.

  Moira slammed a ball of energy at her foot.

  Brenna hopped back.

  “Concentrate. If we have a big problem coming, we need you at full speed. Block me. Now.” Her big sister, the one person she had always trusted unconditionally, threw a devastating ball of fire at her face.

  Chapter 17

  Jase found Brenna in the kitchen using a fire extinguisher on the microwave. His counter smoldered, his fridge showed long burn marks down the front, and most of his tile lay in burnt pieces. “How are the lessons in control coming?”

  She settled the extinguisher on the ground, glancing around the damaged kitchen. “Not so well.”

  A smudge marred her cheek, and he had the oddest urge to brush it away. “How about your energy?”

  She shrugged. “Better but not full strength yet. How about you?” Those pretty gray eyes focused on him.

  “No additional power. Yet.” He rubbed his head, gaze on the waning sun outside. Several times during the day, he’d tried to alter water into steam. He’d failed repeatedly. His gut clenched—it was almost time to go. “Did Moira get a chance to explain the plan to you?”

  “Yes.” Brenna blew out a breath. “I’m to be contained in the underground bunker while my big sister dons a wig, looks like me, and goes to fight the bad guys.” She kicked a burned piece of metal out of the way.

  “Exactly.” If she was looking for sympathy or for somebody to send her into battle, she’d mated the wrong guy.

  “I’d argue if there was a chance I wouldn’t accidentally blow up the helicopter on the way.”

  Jase leaned against a safe area on the wall. Sometimes he was so damn tired; it was all he could do to stand. “We think the Kurjans will attack headquarters from the north while we’re off chasing Garrett. I don’t believe there’s any way they’ll get past our forces, but worst-case scenario, there are several escape routes out of the mountain.”

  “Already been briefed and tested.” Brenna rolled her eyes. “Several times, actually.”

  “Good.” He hated the thought of putting her in the mountain where he couldn’t get to her. “I’ve talked to Max, and the bunker you’ll be in is safe from, ah, fires.”

  “Funny.”

  He wasn’t trying to be funny. “Just stay safe, okay?”

  She eyed him. “How are things going with Lily?”

  Heat pricked his neck. “I don’t know. There are some things that should stay buried.”

  Brenna studied him, indecision filtering across her face. Maneuvering around crumbling tiles, she slid her arms around his waist. “Like what?”

  He closed his eyes against a rush of emotion that took him by surprise. “Things I saw, things I did,” he murmured. No way would he allow her to shoulder that burden with him.

  “Tell me.” She snuggled into his chest.

  He’d known from day one she’d be a cuddler. “No.”

  She tilted back her head. “Yes. Just one thing you don’t want to admit. Tell me.”

  Temptation expanded his diaphragm. “You tell me something first.”

  She paled, yet bravely kept his gaze. “Okay. I, ah, remember being forced to drink the planekite. When it happened, I couldn’t fight back.”

  Surprise filtered through him. “You knew you’d been poisoned?” She’d lied to everyone?

  “Yes. I knew and didn’t want everyone to worry, but I did visit the doctors immediately.” A sliver of pink wandered over her high cheekbones. “With the war and everything, we’ve had enough to worry about.”

  If she got any sweeter, his heart would just stop. “I’m glad your powers are returning.”

  “Me, too.” She grinned. “Though we don’t know yet if they’re back because of the mating, or if I’m totally on the mend. Now it’s your turn.”

  Dread tasted like battery acid. He took a deep breath. If she could be brave, so could he. “When I was underground for so long, I saw faces in the rock.”

  “I’m sure.”

  “No. I mean I really saw them—talked to them.” Different faces, as real to him as she was right now. “One of the reasons I can’t go underground . . .”

  “You think you’ll see them again?”

  Feared he would. In fact, it scared him shitless. “Yes.”

  “I can understand that.” She brushed her fingers across his jaw.

  “Our brains do the impossible to keep us alive. Thank yours instead of trying to forget.” Releasing him, she stepped away.

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p; Coldness instantly surrounded him. So he grabbed her arms and yanked her back, his arms circling her waist. Warmth returned. “I’ll think about it.”

  She pushed him and laughed as he kept her close. “Will you be guarding headquarters?”

  “No.” Maybe he should be, considering his mate would be underground. Although, she’d be perfectly safe. No way could the Kurjans breach Realm security. Besides, Talen wanted him in the rocks of Nevada. “The Kurjans have agreed to the trade in two hours at a location somewhere in the Nevada—lots of red rock to hide in. They’ll send the coordinates once we’re in the air—we can have a maximum of three soldiers on the ground, or they kill Garrett.”

  Brenna frowned. “What about backup?”

  “Three armed and fully manned Blackhawks just out of range.”

  “Do you think the Kurjans will be there?”

  “Oh, they’ll send a squad to Nevada. Garrett may even be there—we’ll see. But they want our forces divided so they can attack here and take Janie, if you ask me.”

  Brenna nodded. “Our allies in the north are going to take Franco? So we’re pretending to fall into their trap in order to set our own.”

  “Exactly. Talen is a genius . . . sometimes.” Jase released her. “Come help me suit up, and then I’ll take you over to headquarters.” Nausea tried to swirl in his gut at the thought of her under tons of rock. “You’ll be safe.”

  She tangled her fingers with his, following him through the pantry to the weapons room. Then she wandered toward the pictures on his wall. “I figure this is your kill wall.”

  “Yeah.” He bit back hatred as he stared at the three photographs. “You know the demon leader, Suri, and now you’ve met crazy Willa. The third man is Melco, one of Suri’s top lieutenants. The guy likes to use knives.”

  Brenna sucked in air. “Sounds like a charmer.”

  A charmer who was going to die slowly while choking on his own blood. “Yeah. I promised him once that if I survived, I’d hunt him down with my last breath. And I will.”

  Brenna turned, sadness in her stunning eyes. “Just be careful.”