Maya Banks: Into the Mist

She quietly pushed it open and walked inside. D was on the bed, his big body curled into a defensive gesture. It was a position she was intimately familiar with.

Even in sleep, he fought for control. Sweat beaded his forehead, and his muscles contorted and spasmed in his chest and arms. He let out a low moan, and Tyana bent to soothe a hand over his face.

There was no question of her offering comfort. She eased into bed beside him and wrapped her arms around him, just as she’d done so many other nights.

His arm crept around her even as he slept, an automatic motion born of years of habit. They held on tight to each other as Tyana drifted into sleep. The two of them against the world.

Jonah strode into the game room to see Mad Dog lighting another joint. There was a weariness to Mad Dog’s face that Jonah hadn’t seen in a long time. Mad Dog looked up as Jonah drew closer.

“What the fuck are we going to do about Eli Chance?” he demanded.

Jonah crossed his arms over his chest then relaxed them again and put his hands on the back of the couch. “Short answer? I don’t know.”

“Ty said he was stable, that he shifted at will and had complete control over his abilities. I’d say that’s a big point of interest for us. What if Ty is right and he could lead us to a cure for D?”

“Ty is going to keep her ass out of this,” Jonah bit out. He’d seen the fear and uncertainty in her eyes, and it was something he swore he’d never have to look at again once he and Mad Dog took her and D in. It pissed him off that Eli Chance had rattled her so badly. It pissed him off even more that his confidence in Ty’s ability to handle herself was shaken.

“We’ve been gathering intel on Eli and his team for weeks,” Mad Dog said evenly. “Ty was supposed to be on a simple fact-finding mission. Well, she found out plenty. The bastard is stable which means his team probably is as well.”

“We don’t know that for a fact,” Jonah said.

Mad Dog made a rude sound. “They all got gassed by the same chemical. D is a shifter, and we now know for sure Eli is as well. It’s not a stretch to say that his team also developed the ability. And if Eli is stable, what are the chances that his team isn’t? They obviously got help from somewhere. We just need to figure out how and where. I’m not one for walking up and saying hey, buddy, can you help my brother out after he left D for dead and skedaddled with his teammates.”

Jonah’s jaw ticked in anger. The truth was, he wanted Eli Chance’s blood. Now more than ever. If it hadn’t been for Ty intervening, Jonah and Mad Dog would have gone after the asshole and taken him out. But she viewed Chance as a means to help D, and so Jonah had allowed her to approach him in Singapore. Big mistake. One he wouldn’t make twice. He was done allowing Ty any leeway when it came to Eli Chance.

He looked back up at Mad Dog. “We let things calm down a bit. Allow Chance to relax his guard, and then you and I will take him out. I don’t want him to see us coming until he’s staring death in the face.”

“And if he does have information that can help D?” Mad Dog asked.

“Then he’ll tell us before he dies.”

Mad Dog nodded. “Good enough.” He exhaled a thin plume of smoke then stubbed the joint out in the ashtray.

Jonah turned and walked out of the game room. He trudged up the stairs feeling a hell of a lot older than he had just a few hours before. The burden of responsibility for his family, his teammates, weighed heavily. Things were fast going straight to hell, and he didn’t like the feeling of helplessness that gripped him.

As he passed D’s room, he stopped and frowned when he saw the door slightly ajar. They were careful to keep the door closed. Usually locked. A measure as much for D’s protection as their own.

He nudged the door open and peered inside. He swore softly when he saw Ty in bed with D, the two wrapped protectively around each other. It wasn’t a new sight, but in recent weeks, he’d cautioned Ty to be more careful. D was growing more unstable. He couldn’t control when and how he shifted, and he retained none of his human characteristics or understanding. He could easily hurt Ty, never meaning to, never realizing it until it was too late.

Overwhelming guilt squeezed Jonah’s chest. He hated that Ty blamed herself for D’s pain. Jonah knew whose fault it was D was in this predicament. It was Jonah’s.

D should have never gone on that mission to Ahdarji. It should have been Jonah who led the American team. He had more expertise, more experience with all things Ahdarjian. He should, it was the country of his birth. But his anger, his vow never to return, had placed D in a position he should have never been in.

It should have been Jonah. And he’d live with that for the rest of his life.

He moved quietly to the bed, and he gently disentangled D’s arms from Ty. Then he picked her up, cradling her in his arms.

He walked out of the room and down the hall to Ty’s bedroom. He laid her on the bed and pulled the covers down, lifting her again before settling her back down on the sheets. He pulled the comforter over her and tucked her in. He kissed the top of her head before leaving the room.

He backtracked to D’s room, checking on his sleeping brother one last time before retreating, locking the door securely on his way out.

Tyana jogged along the beach, occasionally skirting the incoming surf. Usually she jogged a few miles as part of her daily workout, but today she pushed herself beyond her usual endurance.

She darted closer to the water then away again when the waves chased her back. Her shoes left deep imprints in the wet sand, and her legs ached from the strain of the sand sucking her feet downward.

The morning sun beat on her bare shoulders. Sweat beaded and rolled down her back, making the thin material of the muscle shirt cling to her skin.

She scrubbed her arm over her forehead and pushed herself further along the beach. Her mind centered and focused on the issue plaguing her.

Despite Jonah’s insistence that she not go after Eli, she knew she had no choice but to confront him again. Somehow she had to find out how he maintained such control over his shifting abilities. Maybe they’d gotten their hands on a cure.

D had led Eli’s hostage recovery team into Ahdarji to extract two prisoners. She knew from the file they’d compiled on Eli’s team that they were a highly specialized, highly trained former military combat unit. With their contacts, it wasn’t unreasonable that they’d been able to seek help when they all turned into unmanageable shapeshifters.

If they possessed the know-how to help D, then by God, she’d track them down. She’d sleep with the devil himself if it meant her brother would find peace.

The formula a trusted doctor friend had come up with had at first been successful in controlling D’s shifts. But as more time elapsed, D had grown resistant to the injections. The aerosol that had prevented shifting for several hours at a time had long since failed to be effective.

It hadn’t worked on Eli either, but then Eli had shifted with ease, his mastery of his body and abilities apparent in the way he’d taunted her.

The sun lifted higher in the sky as she continued to push her aching body. She rounded the eastern corner of the tiny island and headed down the southern strip of the beach.

When she raised her head to look down the sandy stretch, she saw Mad Dog step onto the beach from the rocky path leading up to the main house. He motioned her over then stood watching her, arms crossed over his chest.

She sighed and jogged toward him, irritated at the disruption to her solitude.