Heat Stroke

I gently eased Lewis down to the carpet and stood up to face David. He reached out, put his hands on my shoulders and slid them up to gently cradle my face. Thumbs traced my lips and left a memory of fire. He was so damn beautiful it made me want to explode.

“We’ll do this together,” he said, and kissed me. A long, sweet kiss that fired me deep inside, a pilot light kicking in with enough force to make my knees go weak.

“Yeah,” I murmured into his open mouth. “Can we win?”

His smile was a warm ghost against my lips. “Don’t know. But it’s going be one hell of a good fight.”

I was warned by the clatter of metal and the creak of a heavy door at the far end of the hallway, but there was no point in getting flustered by the fact that the Wardens had finally dug themselves out of their chaos and come looking. “Freeze!” somebody roared with the authority of a man with a big gun. I wasn’t worried. I’d faced down worse.

I opened my mouth to give David my first command…

… and I heard a loud boom, loud as the world, saw David’s pupils expand in shock, felt my body jerk hard against him.

Oh, shit, I thought.

They’d just shot me in the back.

I had time for one last command. David was already readying himself for battle, for killing, for more death.

“Back in the bottle,” I whispered, tasted blood, and saw David’s eyes go even wider in anguish as the wind sucked him down, into the bottle.

I was crying when I slammed the stopper in place, and curled up on the ground, gasping for breath against the growing, howling pain with his bottle held in both hands, against my heart.

Some shadows leaned over me.

Darkness.

I woke up slowly, to the beeping of machines and the dull mutter of voices.

I opened my eyes and focused slowly on the man who was sitting next to me, his large hand wrapped around mine.

“Jo?”

Not David’s voice, not his touch. Dots of light swirled and settled into the haggard outline of Lewis’s face. Pallid, lined, textured by at least a day’s unshaven growth of beard. Greasy hair.

“You look like shit,” I whispered, and his dry lips cracked into a smile. He was wearing a hospital gown, one of those designs that flatters nobody. So was I. There were tubes tethering my arms, and a dull ache in my lower back.

It came back to me in flashes, pieces. David’s eyes. The sound of the gun. Don’t hurt them. That brought a surge of adrenaline that forced back drugged calm. “David—oh God please tell me they didn’t take him—”

Lewis reached out, opened a drawer in a stand next to the bed, and took out a blue glass bottle. He handed it to me. It was stoppered.

“He’s fine. I…” Lewis wavered and licked his lips. “I kept him safe for you.”

“Some asshole shot me.”

“They didn’t know. All they knew was that there were dead Wardens, and the vault was breached. They couldn’t know.”

I made a not-convinced noise. “Hurts.”

“I know.” He reached out and traced the curve of my cheek with his fingers. “You’ve been out for two days.”

Time delay before the dread set in. Two days? Two fucking days? I struggled to sit up, but drugs and Lewis and weakness kept me down. “Kevin—he took Jonathan—”

“I know.” Lewis’s voice had that silvery calm that Martin Oliver had been so famous for. “Jo, it’s okay. We’ve got teams on his trail. We’ll find him.”

“Not okay!” Lewis didn’t understand. Couldn’t understand. He didn’t know what Jonathan was. What Kevin had at his command. The powers of the strongest Warden in the world, plus the monstrous power of the single greatest Dji

His strong hands pushed me back. “You’re not going anywhere for a while.”

I clenched my fingers around David’s bottle and, before he could stop me, dragged the rubber stopper out of the mouth.

Zero to sixty. David was there instantly, fast as thought, staring down at me from the other side of the bed. Still trapped in that instant of panic and fury, thinking I was dying.

His hot-pe

I hadn’t known how cold I was until I fell into his warmth.

David was whispering words, but I didn’t know them—languages long dead, but the music was universal. Love, and fear, and sheer relief. He kissed me, kissed me hard, and I let myself melt into him.

When he pulled back, I realized that Lewis was talking. Urgently. “David, you can’t be here. They don’t know about you. You have to leave this to the Wardens now. She’s getting the best of care—”

“Quiet.” David hissed it, and when I looked up I saw the two of them exchanging a full-force stare. “Leave. You can’t do anything for her.”

Lewis’s eyes betrayed him with a flicker, and I remembered that he’d been stripped of power. Emptied. He was no more than any other mortal out there, walking around oblivious. David meant it literally. Lewis couldn’t heal me. Couldn’t do anything but hold my hand.

I couldn’t imagine how that felt, for someone like him who’d held the power of the world inside of him.

“Don’t say that,” I said, and drew David’s eyes back to me. “He’s my friend. Always.”

That eased some of the darkness in Lewis’s eyes, at least. He gave me a very small, pale smile.

“So… as a friend… how much trouble am I in, exactly?”

He started to answer, but in the next few seconds there were footsteps ringing on tile, and then the white curtain around my bed got whipped away in a shriek of metal rings, and an entire delegation was standing there. I was, I realized, in a familiar room. The same one where I’d done the French Maid lap dance for the doctor—who was standing in the corner with his arms folded across his chest, looking none too happy. Next to him was a weary, bleary Paul Giancarlo. Next to him was Marion Bearheart.

David let me go and stood up. Shield and protector. I took his hand and squeezed it lightly. “No,” I said. “Relax, David. Friends.”

I wasn’t sure of that, actually, but a battle wouldn’t do any of us any good. David settled—outwardly— but I felt the tension in his grip on my fingers.

“Friends,” Marion echoed softly. “I see. You assume a lot, Joa

“I assume you wouldn’t have saved me if you didn’t think I was worth the trouble.” It was a long speech. I felt winded at the end of it.

Marion cut a look toward Paul, who slid his hands in his pants pockets and looked secretive. He didn’t volunteer a comment, so she continued. “The boy. Kevin. Do you contend that he was to blame for all of the… chaos?”

Boy, that was a loaded question. “Blame is kind of a broad term. If you’re asking, did he kill people, yes. He did. And he’s got a very powerful Dji

Marion nodded. “We know. What we need to know is how powerful is he, exactly? Can you tell us that?”

I could. I wasn’t actually sure if I should. My hesitation made Paul sigh and step forward.

“Jo, dammit, we’ve lost enough people. Not to mention a full fifteen Dji

I felt a headache start pounding between my eyes. “You lost a team already, didn’t you?”

Nobody answered, and then Lewis said, quietly, “Three people. We think they’re dead.”

I sucked in a deep breath—it hurt—and nodded. “You’ll lose more. Pull them back. Track him, don’t try to take him.”

“Somebody has to try,” Marion said grimly.

“Fine. I will.” I struggled to sit up. The doctor and Lewis and David all tried to stop me, but I wasn’t having any. Screw internal damage. I had a fix for that.