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Ten

Kris

O
n my way down from the upstairs bathroom, I glanced into the room that used to be mine and saw Sera staring at herself in the mirror. Just...staring.

“You okay?” I stopped in the doorway, hesitant to enter without permission, since a third strike would mean I was out. And whether or not I was ready to admit it, I very much wanted to be
in.

She shrugged and met my gaze in the mirror. “I don’t know what one wears on a covert mission. Not that I have many options.” She held her arms out, inviting me to look. “Is this okay?”


Waaay
better than okay.” The black top and dark jeans were Kori’s, but Sera filled them out...better. So well, in fact, that I tried to forget they were my sister’s clothes. “Doesn’t matter, though. If this thing goes like we expect it to, it’ll be less about stealth than about speed and brute force.”

Still watching me in the mirror, she pulled her long brown hair into a high ponytail, and suddenly she looked eighteen years old. Young and vulnerable. Except for her eyes. The gaze that stared back at me in the mirror was ancient and war-wearied. Scarred. Which made a brutal kind of sense, now that I knew what had happened to her family.

She turned back to her own reflection. “So, what do you need me to do?”

“Just come with us.” I stepped into the room, and when she didn’t object, I took three more steps and half sat on the edge of the desk that had been mine a day and a half ago. “You don’t even have to pick up a gun.”

“In fact, we’re not gonna give you one.” My sister appeared in the doorway, and Sera turned to face us both. “Kris says you can’t shoot.”

“I said she can’t shoot
yet.
But I’ll teach her.”

Kori shrugged, arms crossed over her chest. “If you’re not planning to teach her in the next ten minutes, she’s not getting a gun.”

“Ten minutes?” Sera stepped into the boots she’d been wearing when I’d pulled her through the shadows in Tower’s supply closet, and I made a mental note to take her shopping. She deserved clothes of her own. And for my own comfort, I really needed to see her in something my sisters had never worn.

“Yeah. Kori says they have fewer employees on hand after 6:00 p.m.”

Sera’s eyes widened and she glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand.
My
nightstand. “How did it get so late? I think I forgot to eat lunch.” Before I could offer her a snack, she sat on the bed to zip her boots and looked up at me. “Employees of what? Where are we going?”

“Well...” I glanced behind me, expecting Kori to answer, since she’d actually been where we were headed, but she was gone. “It’s a pharmaceutical company. Of sorts. Only you don’t want the kind of drugs they make.”

* * *

“Why does a pharmaceutical company have a darkroom?” Sera whispered, still holding my hand in the dark. Kori and Ian stood less than a foot in front of us. I couldn’t see them, but I could hear them breathing. Hell, I could practically feel their body heat in the cramped quarters.

“The drugs produced here are very...special,” I whispered, fighting the urge to squeeze her hand, to run my thumb over the back of hers. Sera made me hungry for something I couldn’t define—couldn’t even understand—and each moment I spent with her made that craving worse. Yet the moments spent away from her didn’t ease the urge.

I let go of Sera before I could embarrass myself, and for a second she let her hand hang between us, as if the release had caught her by surprise. Which is when I realized I hadn’t done a damn thing right since the moment I’d met her.

“Keep in mind that ‘special’ doesn’t imply legality or ethics,” Kori added just as softly as I’d spoken.

Sera shifted her feet next to me. “So, how do we get out of the darkroom without alerting security?” Secure darkrooms have no interior doorknobs, as a precaution. Under normal circumstances, someone in the control room would have to buzz us into the building, but in this particular case, they were more likely to gas us through specialized vents in the ceiling.

We could shoot our way out, as I’d done at the Tower estate, but that would kill any hope of a stealthy entry.

“Have I mentioned that I’m a Blinder?” Ian’s whisper was somehow even deeper than his normal voice.

Sera chuckled. “Yeah.”

“Have we mentioned that he’s the best in the country?” Kori added.

“Okay, we’re all ready,” Ian said before Sera could answer. A second later, he and my sister were gone, though in the absence of light, I felt, rather than saw them leave.

“What happened?” Sera’s whisper held an edge of fear. In answer, I fumbled for her hand again—and got her hip instead. I thought she’d yell at me, but she just took my hand and held on tight, and I realized she’d figured out the plan. I tugged her forward, through the darkness Ian had produced, and two steps later, the echo of our soft footsteps changed when our boots hit the floor in the hall, which was just as dark as the adjacent darkroom had been.

That time, before I released her hand, I squeezed it in the intimate semi-privacy of near-total darkness.

The shadows around us faded completely in less than a second and a glance around revealed only a sterile white hallway, lined with doors. Sera turned and found the darkroom door behind us, marked and missing its exterior doorknob, as well, as only the most high-security rooms were.

“What the hell just happened?” she demanded, in spite of the finger I pressed against my lips, reminding her to keep it quiet. “I thought you were taking us into some other darkroom.”

“There aren’t any other darkrooms in the building. The whole place is fitted with an infrared grid.” I gave her a smile. “Good thing we have Ian, huh?”

She glanced at him and nodded, and Kori leaned closer to whisper. “He can throw darkness through walls. Comes in handy.”

Sera nodded, eyes wide.

Kori led the way, silently pointing out video cameras as we went. Even unspoken, her point was clear. If someone was watching those monitors, we were screwed. But unless their alarm was the silent kind, so far, the coast was clear. Yet that put me even more on edge, because it made no sense. We’d expected to have to fight our way to Kenley.

Halfway down the next hall, I stepped closer to Kori and whispered into her ear. “Where is everyone? This is weird.”

“I know. I expected the traffic to be light, but not nonexistent.”

“We’ve walked into either a trap or a truly abandoned building.”

She nodded solemnly. “We can either push forward or go home.”

We weren’t going home without Kenley. I gestured down the hall for her to lead on. “Just be prepared for anything.”

She nodded again and stood on her toes to whisper in my ear. “Ian and I will take point. You watch out for Sera. A damsel in distress is always the weakest link.”

Sera was far from helpless—the still-healing cuts on my arm were proof of that. But I would gladly watch out for her.

After several turns and an unlocked white door, then another Ian-assisted shadow-walk through a locked door, we came to a third door with a different, more complicated-looking finger-print pad/pass-code lock. “We’ll go first and disable whoever’s on duty, then open the door for you guys.” Kori’s shoulders were stiff with tension, her arms taut, her jaw clenched. My heart beat harder in response to her anxiety.

We were close.

In minutes, we could have Kenley, and she could be just fine, and maybe she would forgive me for losing her in the first place.

“I’m sure she’s okay,” Sera whispered, and I looked up to find her watching me with big, worried eyes, her beautiful mouth turned down in what I first mistook for sympathy. But it was more than that. Deeper. I was seeing empathy. Sera had already been where Kori and I were, and her sister hadn’t been okay.

I was so tense I could hardly breathe as Ian called up a small, precise cone of darkness. A second later, he, Kori and that darkness were all gone.

Sera and I waited, listening anxiously for the thud of impact or the
thwup
of a silenced gun. But the only sound was the click of the door lock as it disengaged. Kori pulled the door open with a scowl, then ushered us inside.

“What happened?”

In answer, she gestured toward the room they’d just broken into, which was empty except for a single long table scattered with loose sheets of paper. There were no employees. No other furniture. And no Kenley.

I was willing to bet that the papers they’d left behind held no useful information at all.

A glass panel in one wall overlooked another, much larger, even emptier space.

“This was the observation room.” Then Kori pointed through the window, and I peered into the empty space, wondering if our sister had ever been there. Or had we been barking up the wrong tree from the beginning? “That’s where they kept the vegetables.”

“Vegetables?” Sera stared through the window, gripping the edge of the table so tightly her knuckles had gone white. “Why do I get the feeling you don’t mean roots and tubers?”

“She’s talking about human vegetables.” The words hurt to say. They hurt even worse to think about as my gaze caught on a length of medical tubing abandoned on the floor in the next room. “Only Tower wasn’t growing them. He was bleeding them.”

“Bleeding?” Sera’s voice was brittle, as though it might actually break. “I’m not sure I want to know what that means.”

“Jake collected people whose Skills he wanted and kept them in medically induced comas so he could take blood from them as often as possible, without actually killing them.”

Sera blinked at me. “He collected...people?”

“And bled them.” Kori pulled a string next to the windowsill and blinds dropped to cover the window, as if that could actually erase the memory of what she’d once seen through it. What I’d imagined. “Then he sold their blood as transfusions, intended to give the receiver temporary Skills. At significant cost.”

I sank onto the edge of the table, struggling to breathe through my own disappointment. “Or for an equivalent investment of information.”

Sera trailed her fingers down the closed blinds. The metallic rattle was loud after the eerie silence of the deserted building. “Information?”

“Tower also collected names and blood samples from anyone he might one day want to manipulate. Or blackmail. Or profit from.”

Sera looked sick. Pale. Disgusted. And a little...guilty? Why would she feel guilty? I was the one who’d lost Kenley. “Is there any crime Jake Tower didn’t commit as a matter of course?”

Kori shrugged. “I never saw him jaywalk.”

“So, why did you think Kenley would be here?” Sera picked up a sheet of paper, glanced at it, then dropped it on the table.

“Because Julia would have to keep her nearby and under close watch. The blood farm seemed like the ideal place,” Kori said. “But it’s gone.” The devastation in her voice made my throat ache with every curse I held back. Every angry word I swallowed.

We’d thought we were close. We’d come determined to take out any- and everyone who stood between us and our baby sister, but there was no one to shoot.

Worse, there was no one to rescue.

“She moved the whole operation.” Kori stared at the covered window in shock, and I realized she wasn’t just stating the obvious. She was trying to
process
the obvious. Our failure. I’d been there over and over in the past six years, since Noelle died and my sisters were both conscripted into the Tower syndicate.

It never got any easier.

“We shouldn’t be surprised,” Ian said. “Julia’s no idiot.” He’d warned us from the beginning that Kenley might not be there. That the entire operation might have been moved, or she might have shut it down. But we’d had to try, and in my heart, I’d believed we’d find her.

I’d
needed
to find her.

“Okay, so let’s find out where she moved them. There has to be something....” Kori picked up a sheet of paper from the table, scanned it, then tossed it aside and picked up another. She went through page after page, but most were blank and none of them held anything of meaning for her. The documents they’d left behind would only be useful as paper airplanes. A whole squadron of them.

“Kori,” I said when she got to the end of the pages and started again, squatting to examine them on the floor. She didn’t even acknowledge me.

“Kori.” I knelt and put a hand on her shoulder, but she flinched and pulled away from me, and another crack widened in my heart. She didn’t seem to recognize me. She seemed...scared of me.

I’d never seen Kori scared of
anything.

I stood and gave her some space, because I didn’t know what else to do, and Ian stepped into my place. He knelt in front of Kori and put one dark hand on the paper she was still clutching.

“Kori.” He didn’t try to touch her. He just waited for her to realize he was there. “Korinne. Look at me.”

Finally, she looked up. She blinked, and there were tears in her eyes, and my chest ached as though someone had ripped my heart out and left the wound gaping open. “I lost her,” Kori said. “I’m supposed to protect her, and I
lost
her.”

“No, Kor,
I
lost her.” I couldn’t stand to see her like this. She looked so...hopeless. “But we’re going to find her. And she’s going to be fine.”

“No, she won’t.” Kori turned on me, eyes blazing with anger, and Sera took a step back. “You have no idea what Julia will do to her if Kenley pisses her off. If
we
piss her off. She has to keep Kenni alive, but that doesn’t mean she won’t let them hurt her.”

Them?

Kori ran one hand through her hair, then gripped a handful of it. “I know where she is,” she whispered, and chill bumps popped up all over my arms. Ian shook his head, but she didn’t even notice. “You know where.”

“No.” He was still shaking his head. “She’s not in the basement, Kori. Julia’s not stupid. She knows that’s the first place we’d look.”

“But it wasn’t.
This
is the first place we looked. And we were wrong, because she’s in the basement.”

My hands curled into fists at my sides and my stomach started to churn. I felt helpless watching them. But I was
so
glad Ian could comfort my sister when I couldn’t.

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