Christine Feehan - Conspiracy Game

Jack threw him a sleeping bag. “It’s going to be a long night. I’ll take first watch while you get some sleep.”

Briony waited until Ken settled down a few yards from them before touching the tattoo on Jack’s arm. “You, Ken, and Kadan all have the same tattoos. What are they?”

Jack studied the crest on his arm and the symbol. “Only GhostWalkers wear these tattoos. This is the GhostWalker crest. The globe represents the world, which basically is our hunting ground. We’re responsible for protecting those who can’t protect themselves. The keys signify our various missions, to walk unseen in enemy camps and collect the necessary information, and the knives are, of course, a silent kill. The Latin- nox noctis est nostri -means “the night is ours,” which it is. The GhostWalkers own the night.”

“And the other one?”

“The symbols put together have meaning. The triangle signifies shadow; this is the Greek letter for psi; this is protection against evil forces; and the last is the qualities of a knight. So basically the meaning is-shadow knights protect against evil forces using psychic powers, courage, and honor. We have a creed as well. It means something to us and we live by it.”

“I like the tattoos, and I think it’s especially cool that you use ink that requires special vision to even see them.”

“You’re a GhostWalker, Briony. You’re more than entitled to wear them.”

“Well, I might just get one-after I have the babies.” She frowned. “Why did your team leave you behind in the enemy camp, Jack? You were wounded.”

“I went in to get Ken out. I told them to leave and I knew they’d come back for me. The GhostWalker team mounted two strikes against Ekabela, but I was moved before they hit the camp, both times. They were planning another attack and would have kept doing so until they either found my body or got me out alive.”

“You mean Ken would have.”

“No, I mean all of them would have, orders or not.” He grinned at her. “But Ken would have been leading the pack.”

She flashed a small answering smile. “I really like your brother. He’s a good man. He worries about it too, you know, about being like your father. He doesn’t like being around people any more than you do.”

“He’s the best man I know, Briony, and he sure as hell isn’t like our father.”

“You look at me as if I’m your equal, Jack-your partner. Luther looked at me as I was his possession. You’re nothing like your father, Jack. Nothing at all-and neither is Ken. If we don’t get out of this, I want you to know I’m not sorry for one minute I’ve been able to have with you.”

He groaned softly. “That’s a hell of thing for you to say with my brother only a few feet away.”

She laid her head on his shoulder. “It wasn’t meant to be sexual, you nut; I was being emotional.”

“Just looking at you is sexual, let alone you saying something like that.”

“Shut the hell up, Jack,” Ken said without opening his eyes. “I feel like I’m at a porn movie. It’s just wrong.”

Briony laughed. “Are you both really going to go to sleep? Aren’t we surrounded?”

“Ken is; he should be asleep already,” Jack said. “We’ll take turns. If the troops try to move into the canyon, we’ll know. I’ll just mosey on up to the top of that ridge and discourage them. They’ll most likely wait until nightfall-just like we’re waiting.”

Briony stared up at the heavy canopy of branches and leaves. The air was cool and the last of the smoke had drifted away. They could have been out camping instead of hiding from a lethal military group. Neither man seemed stressed at all. Within a matter of minutes, she was certain Ken had actually gone to sleep.

Jack’s hand found hers, tangling their fingers together. “You always want to conserve energy if possible, baby,” he advised, bringing her hand to his mouth. His teeth nipped her finger. “You’ll learn. If you can, go to sleep.” He pulled a light blanket over her body to protect her from the colder temperatures.

“Talk to me. Tell me about you and Ken. How old were you when you lost your mother?” She didn’t want to say killed your father , but somehow the words were there between them.

“Nine. We were nine years old.”

“What happened to you?”

“They took us both to the hospital and then tried various foster homes. Sometimes they split us up, but it was never a good idea. We’d break out and each track the other down. If either of us was mistreated, there was always retaliation. We spent a lot of time on the streets. Eventually, after earning a bad reputation, no one would take us, so for a while we were in a state-run home. That didn’t work out very well either.”

“I can imagine.”

“Neither of us is very good following rules. Somewhere along the line we met Miss Judith.”

“Miss Judith?” There was a wealth of affection in Jack’s voice.

“She would come to the home as a volunteer and was the only person Ken and I would listen to. There was something about her, something very distinct and real. She genuinely wanted to help-she cared. Eventually she fostered us. We were nearly seventeen then, and twice her size, but she took us in against the advice of all the other workers. She had a ranch up in the hills and she gave us plenty of room to run free. In return, we excelled in schoolwork.” He grinned at her. “Notice I didn’t say anything about school. She took over our education and homeschooled us because no regular school wanted anything to do with us. We worked hard for her, and she gave us our first real taste of a home.”

“Is she still alive?”

Jack hesitated. “Yes. But we don’t let anyone know that. She could become… ”

Briony lifted her head and narrowed her eyes at him. “A liability?”

Jack groaned. “I’m never going to live that down, am I? And no, Miss Judith needs protection so anyone coming after us won’t be able to use our feelings for her against us. I don’t want her vulnerable.”

“Did you fake her death?” Briony asked curiously.

“Too easily disproved. No, we simply manufactured a very heated public argument and she disowned us. After several months she moved to another state and then, a year later, returned to her hometown, back to her family ranch. We’re never seen near the place and she certainly doesn’t come here. We never call her, so there is never a paper trail to follow. Most people have forgotten we were ever with her.”

“I see.” Briony frowned and turned her face up to the sky. “What about me, Jack-and the babies? What are we going to do after they’re born?”

“You’re going to marry me before they’re born, and we’re going to live together right here on this mountain. Ken will help me protect you and the kids, and we’ll be fine. I think I can send a loud enough message to any enemy that if they dared mess with my family, I’d never stop until they were dead.”

“I wouldn’t want you to do that, Jack. Revenge isn’t the way to live life,” Briony said gently.

He tunneled his fingers in her hair. “You’re not going to change who-or what-I am, baby. Ken and I tried that a long time ago. We know what we can and can’t live with. No one is going to take you away from me.”

She was silent for a long time, staring up at the clouds, her swollen eye watering and aching, but fire in her side was slowly going away. She rubbed her hand over her stomach soothingly. “I’ve changed your life so much already, Jack.”

“That’s a good thing, Briony.”

“And Ken said I can’t marry you.”

Jack felt his heart jump in his chest. He glanced at his sleeping brother. “Did he say why?”