The man’s feet skidded in his own blood right as she caught a flicker at the corner of her eye, and suddenly the unknown male was thrown across the room.
“Wait!” she screamed an instant before his back hit the wall, realizing Kaleb had to have detected the attempted attack on her shields.
The man froze in midair, blood dripping to the floor in fat droplets.
“Don’t kill him. We need to know who sent him.” Sahara went to step closer, but she was too slow.
“Done.” The intruder’s body slammed into the wall, the blade thudding home against his breastbone with a sickening crunch as it all but cut him in half. He crumpled to the floor, blood pouring out of his mouth.
Her stomach might have lurched at the sight at any other time, but she was already running out of her room and into the one down the hallway. “Father!” Leon Kryiakus’s big body lay limp beside his bed, a necklace of sticky red wreathing his throat. “No, no. Please no. Father, please.” Fingers trembling, she searched for a pulse. “Kaleb! He’s alive!”
“Move.” Gathering her father’s body in his arms with telekinetic ease, Kaleb teleported out with the terse instruction to keep her telepathic pathways open.
He returned less than three minutes later, to find her seated on the bed, staring at the smear of blood on the carpet. She snapped up her head. “Is he—”
“Your father’s in emergency surgery, watched over by a temporary guard from one of my units in the area. I’ve notified Anthony, and NightStar’s people will be at the hospital within the next half hour.”
Hand shaking, Sahara went to thrust it through her hair when the iron-rich scent of blood hit her nostrils. Her fury reignited as she realized it was her father’s blood on her fingers. Shoving past Kaleb to the attached bathroom, she washed it off with jagged actions before wiping her hands clean.
“I want to go to him.”
“You’d just be waiting outside surgery,” Kaleb said with grim pragmatism. “My man knows to contact you should there be a change in your father’s condition.”
She couldn’t bear the idea of her father slipping away just when she’d found him again. “I want—”
“The hospital has multiple exits and entrances; the risk of someone getting to you is much higher.”
Hard words, no hint of tenderness. “You know Leon wouldn’t want you in the line of fire.”
Conscious he was right, she forced herself to think past adrenaline-fueled anger tangled with gut- wrenching worry and walked back to her own room—and to the body of the man who had nearly taken her father’s life. “Who was he?”
“A freelance operative, not a particularly adept one or Leon would be dead and you’d be in his grasp.”
“You tore his mind open? You know that compromises data,” she said, turning on him in a fury.
“That was irresponsible and reckless.”
A shrug as false and as remote as his eyes were not. “I offered him a quick death in exchange for the information,” Kaleb said, as if speaking of a business negotiation. “He kept his end of the bargain; I kept mine.” Eyes of starless night pinned her to the spot. “It appears you have a bounty on you.”
“What? Who? Tatiana?” The other woman was in no position to give orders, but she had people who might well do so for her.
Kaleb shook his head and spoke the last name she had ever expected to hear. “Santano Enrique.”
Ice in her blood, choking up her throat. “He’s dead,” she forced past the sudden, overwhelming rage.
“It appears he has risen from the ashes.” Kaleb tucked her hair behind her ear. “He was involved in your abduction.”
Sahara knew she should follow that thread, should ask him exactly why a serial killer with a predilection for changeling victims had turned his attention to her, and whether Kaleb had had anything to do with it, but she couldn’t. The idea of bringing up the topic made her stomach hurt, her breath stick in her throat. Not yet. Not yet. She wasn’t ready to know, wasn’t strong enough to face the dark truth.
If Kaleb had betrayed her, the knowledge would break her.
“The bounty,” he said when she remained silent, “must’ve been a fail-safe in case of your escape.”
Halting at the sound of the front door opening, he waited until Anthony stepped into the room.
The head of her clan examined the dead bounty hunter with an impassive expression before shifting his attention to Kaleb. “I assume you got the information we need before you executed him?”
Kaleb told Anthony the same thing he’d told Sahara. Anthony’s response was, “Not even the most bumbling bounty hunter would hunt a target for a dead man. Payment is everything.”
“Santano may have been a psychopath, but he was a smart one. The considerable fee for this bounty is held in trust by a certain mercenary organization. To be paid on delivery of Sahara Kyriakus—dead or alive—to either Santano or the current head of his operations.”
“Santano kept his interest in you quiet,” Anthony said to Sahara and hidden in the words was a question. “I never suspected him of involvement in your abduction.”
She spread her hands, not sharing the fact that Enrique’s protégé had apparently always been aware of her ability.
“NightStar has a leak,” Kaleb said at the same time.
“I’ll handle that situation.”
Kaleb inclined his head in silent agreement—Anthony had come by his reputation honestly. Unlike certain others in the Net, the other man did not mind getting his hands dirty. And if he failed to take care of the matter, Kaleb would do so. He’d permit no threat to Sahara to exist, much less live and breathe.