Chapter Six #3
“Humans will make no difference in her vulnerability,” Ambrose sneered, “She’s alone in the world. The only thing she’s had on her side is luck and damnable determination. There are other assassins who will do well enough. In fact, you will help me choose,” he suggested.
Alda frowned with irritation, as she always did when he didn’t take her seriously.
Ambrose was unpredictable in what advice he chose to listen to.
He had a terrible blind spot when it came to humans, seeing them as nothing more than food, slaves, or entertainment.
Alda, however, was convinced that Ambrose ought to be more careful about dismissing them. But she knew he wouldn’t listen to her.
Once he destroyed Devona forever, Ambrose would attain awesome preeminence.
Letting Alda decide on an assassin was potentially a historic occasion.
If she chose successfully, it would always be remembered.
She eagerly began to consider his question.
There were many great assassins in the clan, some a little insane and unpredictable, like the berserker Ambrose had most recently sent, and some like Jacan who were cold and flawlessly methodical.
Since she could not choose Jacan or Tansy, Alda named the closest parallel.
“Send Torque,” she suggested smoothly. Those who were listening to their exchange made noises of approval when they heard her choice.
“And Rhiannon,” she finished, eliciting gasps of amusement and a small smattering of applause.
“Jacan’s idea of sending a team has strong merit.
They are powerful individuals, but have the ability to work in tandem should you decree it.
Rhiannon has that savagery required to tear a swath through Devona’s human defenses, and Torque won’t be deterred from his main target. ”
“Hmm. Excellent choices,” Ambrose concurred with a sly smile that put gleaming confidence in his eyes.
“Devona will never be expecting such a combination. Or any combination for that matter. Morphate assassins usually work best alone. Devious, devious girl!” Ambrose laughed, grabbing her by the back of her neck to force an enthusiastic kiss on her, which she took most readily. “Call them to me at once!”
Devon strode into her bedroom, kicking off her heels and stripping off her ruined gown with furious determination.
She walked naked to her closet and snatched up a skirt and sweater.
She wriggled into the blue crepe skirt, settling it in place low on her hips, and then slipped into the white sweater, the long sleeves covering half her palms and the hem baring her midriff.
Feeling warmer and sufficiently no-nonsense, she padded barefoot to a large locked chest at the bottom of another closet.
She keyed in the code and it sprang open.
After withdrawing supplies, she shut it.
Devon marched across the hallway, knowing instinctively that Liam would pick the room closest to hers.
She found the door ajar and smiled to herself that she knew him that well already.
Anybody else would’ve gone at least one door down to afford an illusion of privacy.
All Liam was interested in, now more than ever, was protecting her.
She walked into the suite without bothering to announce herself. Devon crossed the sitting room to the bedroom, where she could hear a commotion taking place beyond the door. Colin leaned casually against the near wall, cautiously checking his weapon. At her questioning look, he chuckled.
“I know what my brother’s like when he’s in pain. They don’t pay me enough to go in there.”
Brother. Devon felt the breath rush from her lungs.
The reaction of shock and panic baffled her.
As she stared at him, she asked herself how she had missed it.
Although Colin was a little leaner than his brother, they were both big men.
Now that she was looking for the resemblance, there were uncanny similarities in their bone structure and features.
However, Colin’s eyes were gray and his hair was an even jet as opposed to Liam’s blue-black with its sparks of silver.
Colin watched their latest client’s expressions as she absorbed his revelation of kinship with Liam and knew she was comparing the two of them.
He didn’t mind in the least. Liam and he were similar in some ways, yet also dissimilar.
Colin had far fewer cares in this world than Liam did, and thought his brother took on too much responsibility, sometimes overstepping himself.
It made him the perfect man for this job, though.
Liam was probably the only man Colin knew who would aggressively throw himself in the path of Morphates.
The team would eagerly follow, of course, but Liam …
he’d fought Morphate fangs and claws, somehow managing to keep his life in spite of it.
That envenomation and attack had nearly crippled him—a fate worse than death to men of their ilk.
As it was, the incident had cost him his job in the Service.
Yet, he still had the fortitude to take on the threat to Devon Candler.
Colin watched the lady in question contemplate the door to Liam’s bedroom and the ruckus beyond.
It took him a moment to realize that she wasn’t hesitating out of doubt, but was rather squaring herself for battle.
He knew the look well and a grin exploded over his face as he waited to see what would happen next.
She plowed past him, completely ignoring his dire warnings, and he quickly turned to watch her enter the battlefield.
Devon opened the door just as Kellen Gordon went flying back from the bed as if shot from a cannon.
She instinctively shifted her bundles to a single hand and reached for him with the other.
She caught him by the left arm, driving her weight forward into his back and shoulder to halt his momentum. Then she jerked him hard onto his feet.
“Thanks,” he said, running a hand through his wildly spiked hair now that he had regained his balance.
Devon ignored him the instant he was no longer in danger of cracking his head on the floor or furniture.
She let go of him quickly as she turned back to see three other team members trying to hold Liam down, apparently so Inez could inspect and tend his wound.
Liam had been stripped from the waist up.
His face was contorted in agony and his entire upper body wore the sheen of pain and fever.
She took all of this in with a mixture of frustration and fury.
Not a one of them had listened to her, and all of this suffering was completely unnecessary!
“Out!”
The bellow was so sharp and so similar to the irrefutable tone of a drill sergeant that the soldiers automatically snapped around to face her.
Even Liam settled down considerably, though she was willing to bet it was because his comrades had suddenly stopped pressing down on him.
An advanced symptom of Morphate envenomation was hypersensitivity when touched.
Rough handling could be extremely painful for a victim.
“Devon, you shouldn’t …” Inez tried.
“I said out. This is still my house and you will respect that,” she demanded, her pale green eyes snapping with warning anger. “If you want your commander on his feet again, you will leave him to me. Trust me when I say I know more about this than any of you ever will.”
“You…?” Another female soldier snorted in disbelief. She stuck her hands on her hips and squared a belligerent jaw. “Look, we can take care of our own. If we need someone to dress us up in high fashion, we’ll give ya a call. But this is our area of expertise and we got it covered.”
Feeling she was properly dismissed, the team members reached to recapture Liam.
“Oh? So that means you already know that every time you touch him like that, the pain you cause is just like stabbing him about a hundred times?”
Her words caused all sets of hands to freeze before coming into contact with Liam, who sighed audibly in relief. Devon watched him suck in hard, labored breaths for a second before flicking cold, irritated eyes around the room. She settled on the woman who had addressed her so rudely.
“Just because I need help protecting myself doesn’t mean I can’t kick ass,” Devon said flatly. “If I can beat down a Morphate while shot through the leg, then you can damn well imagine what I can do while completely healthy. Do not underestimate me, any of you. Now if you would please get out.”
She gave them a moment while they gaped at her.
All except for Inez, who’d already known that detail, and who was grinning from ear to ear.
She got off the bed and walked away. Devon watched her move, the woman’s gait awkward and stiff as she began to feel the beating she had taken.
She must have seen the concern in Devon’s eyes because the Latina patted her shoulder and shook her head as she passed.
“Kellen will take care of me. Help Liam as you say you can.”
Once Inez left, the rest followed her lead, starting with Kellen, who saluted her crisply with a chuckle and a wink. The last to leave was the huffy woman she had all but threatened. Not wishing to alienate any of Liam’s people, she reached out a staying hand and the other woman stopped short.
“I only have his best interests at heart. I know you do, too. How can there be an argument here?”
The bodyguard instantly eased, consternation replacing peevishness. “No. No argument. Not if you can really help him.”
Devon smiled softly when she heard the loyalty underlying the prickly doubt.
Liam had earned this, and she had no doubt he deserved it.
“It normally takes a week to recover from envenomation, right?” She waited for the reluctant nod.
“I can guarantee half that time or better, depending on how quickly I work. Okay?”