Veilers - Veiled Target Part 30

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"You're lying. He would have told me. I would have known. It wouldn't have been a secret." The gun in her hand wavered a fraction. She fought the threatening tears.

"Jason was part of a group of top secret eliminators. No one knew who he was but me. He, on the other hand, knew who you were long before you broke protocol and told him."

Tess heard the words but couldn't make sense of them. Jason had known about her all along and still kept his occupation secret? She let her mind race back to the time they'd spent together. He'd always kept her at arm's length, never divulged his deepest thoughts or desires, no matter how often she'd prodded him. She'd attributed it to them being displaced as children, thought he was still piecing together his purpose. She sure the heck was. But she knew now that wasn't it. Jason purposely never let her all the way in.

He'd lied to her. Just as she'd lied to him.

But his lie was worse.

She locked away Jason's memory for good. Whether he'd truly loved her or not, she didn't know. But she didn't need to kill Dobson anymore to clear her conscience.

"Why is this all coming to blows now? What does this have to do with Hugh and the Night Runners?" Her mental frame s.h.i.+fted one hundred percent to Hugh and getting him out of here alive.

"With Hugh out of the picture," Dane said, "I take over as leader of the Night Runners. A position I'm ent.i.tled to. A position that will allow me to grow and integrate the pack with other wolves and make sure we're a force to be reckoned with."

"So this whole elimination is your doing? You came to P.I.E. and ordered the hit because there was no way in h.e.l.l Hugh was going to make you next in line?"

Dane fumed. "Fu-"

"Why didn't you let the Banoth's poison kill me?" Hugh said, calm, steady.

"If the pack had found out I wasn't carrying and let you die, they'd never support me as the next alpha. They will when I tell them I tried to stop the hit and your last words were for me to take over."

"What about Trey?" Hugh asked.

"He's also meeting an untimely demise," Christian said. "And Dane didn't come to me. I went to him. P.I.E. is moving into the future. A future where eliminators will be virtually unstoppable."

"Because they'll be s.h.i.+fters?" Tess's arm tired. Sooner rather than later, she'd need to shoot or run like h.e.l.l.

"Exactly. It's no longer about Veiler or human. It's about good versus evil," Christian said.

"I thought that's what it was always about. What you want to do is enforce your version of good and evil. You want power, not justice."

Daylight barely trickled into the room now, and Tess blinked several times to adjust her vision. The eerie red glow streaming in from the window allowed enough visibility to make out whole bodies, but little detail. If someone didn't take action, they'd soon be in total darkness. Fine for wolfen-not so good for her.

She glanced at Hugh. He'd remained uncharacteristically quiet, but with such little light she couldn't see him well enough to read his expression.

"Precisely," Christian admitted.

"Where's Trey?" she asked, even though she had the sinking feeling it didn't matter But if there was a chance they got out of this alive and could save him, they needed to know.

Quiet filled the room.

"He's under attack as we speak." Dane took a few sidesteps toward the couch, aligning himself with Christian.

Tess felt heat radiating off Hugh, and knew the mention of Trey took away any control he had left. A split second later, the wolf in him emerged and he lunged toward Dane. Dane s.h.i.+fted and the two collided in midair. Ferocious growls spilled from their mouths. They hit the floor and rolled, filling the empty s.p.a.ce between the sitting area and bed. A sick feeling hit Tess in the gut. Dammit, Hugh.

Suddenly, a gunshot sounded and both wolfen stopped, stiffened. It took Tess a moment to realize it wasn't her gun that fired.

She lowered her arm. Pain and discomfort radiated through her shoulder. She'd been shot. Christian had shot her.

It was hard to tell in the dark, but she was certain the bullet had only grazed her. The spot burned but didn't pulse. She lifted a hand to touch the laceration and felt blood trickle rather than spurt. A Band Aid and Tylenol would fix the wound.

"Don't even think about it," Christian hissed. "If anyone moves a muscle my aim will be much better next time." He kept the weapon trained on her as his disposition wavered between frustration and satisfaction. The thin smile she barely made out on his face irritated the h.e.l.l out of her.

He'd pay for making her bleed.

"What do you want?" she breathed, even though she felt she could run a marathon if she had to.

"You've got a job to do, Tess. Or am I to take it the reason you didn't answer my earlier question is because the wolfen means more to you than Kensie and Francesca?"

G.o.dd.a.m.n him. Bitterness wove through every muscle in her body. If something were going down in L.A. with Trey, she could bet the same held true for Kensie and Francesca. And there was no way she'd be able to save them if she didn't follow through with her elimination.

That had to be the master plan. Get Hugh and herself to San Diego, make sure she eliminated him, then get back home to a nice, neat, new partners.h.i.+p between P.I.E. and the Night Runners. What an idiot she'd been not to see it.

"I had your word we'd keep to our deadline," she said.

"Time's up."

This was it. The moment she'd dreaded. The moment she wished would never come. She forgot about the pain in her shoulder and felt a swell of anguish in her chest instead. Her lips went dry, her eyes burned.

Showtime.

She lifted her arms, pointed the gun at Hugh and pulled the trigger.

Hugh felt the impact of the shot and fell to the floor. His eyes shut. Dizziness filled his head. Not from the blast, but from the fact that Tess had actually followed through with her a.s.signment. It had taken her all of ten seconds to act on her boss's ultimatum.

Guess he didn't mean much to her after all.

He heard the scuffing of furniture, registered heavy breathing and grunts from Dane in the near-dark room. Tess had shot him in wolfen form, which meant his superhuman strength and tissue regeneration immediately got to work repairing internal damage. But like the Banoth's poison, those attributes wouldn't help him now. This time nothing could help him. He remembered the pain after the Banoth's poison had infiltrated his system and expected this to be the same.

But this pain was entirely different than final suffering. This pain radiated through his body, but wasn't unbearable. In fact, he could swear his body fought the intrusion. Recovery sensations swam through his blood, and a jolt of warmth spread out from his chest like he'd been given a shot of epinephrine.

Because, he realized, the pain wasn't in his chest, it was lower, near his hip. And he'd bet money the bullet hadn't been tipped with mercury.

Tess had shot him to save him.

She did care.

And he'd fight for her to the bitter end in return.

He opened his eyes and, wavering slightly, got to his feet. It would take a few minutes to regain his full strength, but his determination to get Tess to safety trumped physical limitations. The wolf in him had never been stronger than at that moment. Savagery, unlike anything he'd ever experienced before, flooded his body and mind.

His predator instincts took over and uncivilized vengeance erased any hint of humanity inside him. Tess was his mate-different enough, special enough, to tame him-and no one would take her away.

Thankful for the dark filling the room, he took in his surroundings unnoticed. Tess and Dane were in a fistfight. Hugh smelled the blood leaking from her arm, heard the labored beats of her heart. She wouldn't last much longer. Christian sat at the computer, light from the screen outlining the back of his head. Hugh didn't know if he was planting information or looking for it, but neither mattered. The man had a gun and needed to be taken care of first.

He snuck behind Christian in a silent second, wrapped his arms around the man's neck and rendered him unconscious. With a nice easy push, the guy slumped forward onto the keypad. A quick glance at the screen and Hugh noticed that his personal records were uploaded and Tess's name appeared more than once.

It looked like the a.s.shole had every intention of framing her by connecting her to a Veiler and thereby making her death justifiable. Hugh's blood boiled at the thought. Christian must have figured out there was no chance in h.e.l.l she'd go along with the restructuring of P.I.E, which meant the organization that trained her couldn't trust her to keep her mouth shut. Dane had no doubt used his human-sentient abilities to sense Tess's skepticism, her doubts about killing him. And once it became clear she wouldn't eliminate an innocent man, she went from ally to enemy. That had left one option. Kill her too.

A growl escaped his mouth and in less than a second, he stood poised to pull Tess from Dane's clutches. She was pinned beneath him, her back arched over the side of the couch. Even though she'd been shot, she fought with everything she had.

"Let her go, Dane."

His words drew Dane's attention and a startled look spread across his furry face. Tess took advantage, got a knee to Dane's groin and pushed his chest hard. She threw her legs over her head, doing a back somersault onto the couch and putting distance between the two of them.

"Why the h.e.l.l did you get up?" she shouted, standing on her knees and taking quick inventory of the room.

"Why the h.e.l.l didn't you use mercury?"

Her eyes darted back to him. She didn't have to answer. His night vision zeroed in on his new favorite color and her eyes told him everything. She loves me.

"Get out of here, Hugh. Let me take care of this."

Dane body-slammed him before he could tell her he had no intention of going anywhere without her. They hit the carpet hard, Hugh on his back, the landing an unpleasant reminder he still needed to recover from the gunshot.

Hugh forced Dane to the side and readied his claws and fangs for battle. Dammit, Dane. He didn't want to hurt his pack mate, no matter their differences, but there wasn't any other way. Dane wouldn't agree to any sort of truce or just disappear. He had too much pride, too much fight in him, for that.

They staggered to their feet and circled each other. The only way to kill a Night Runner with bare hands was to break his neck. Would it come to that?

A split second later Dane made a move. His aggression was to Hugh's advantage. Hugh grabbed his arm, turned away and pulled Dane over his shoulder, throwing him to the floor. Dane landed on his back and quickly tried to get up but Hugh nailed him with a right hook that drove him back to the carpet.

"What the h.e.l.l is wrong with you? Why the f.u.c.k are you doing this?" Hugh pressed his knee into Dane's gut to pin him down.

"You and I will never make the same choices," Dane spat. He reached for Hugh's thigh and dug in his claws.

Hugh yanked his leg away, the tips of Dane's claws ripping his jeans and puncturing his skin. Hugh struggled with what to do next. Did he go for the jugular? Or continue wrestling until he tired Dane out? The thought of things ending this way bothered him more than they probably should, but he couldn't help it.

"Hugh, look out!" Tess shouted from behind him.

Too late. A lamp clobbered him on the side of the head, the electrical cord about to go around his neck. Hugh backpedaled out of reach, stopping when his back hit the side of the coffee table. The blow to the head stung and his vision blurred until he blinked away the pain. He reached behind him, hoisted the table over his head and sent it cras.h.i.+ng down on top of Dane. The wood table broke and splintered, but only slowed Dane down for a moment.

In the next second, Dane looked ready to pounce. But not at him.

"Oh, no you don't," Tess cried out.

What was she talking about?

He wanted to turn his head to look at her, but didn't dare take his eyes off Dane. The wolfen growled and dove for a spot on the floor behind him and to the left. Hugh twisted to see what the commotion was about and caught a glimpse of s.h.i.+ny metal as Tess lunged for the same spot.

Her gun.

It wouldn't do her any good against Dane. She'd slow him down if she pegged a few rounds into him in quick succession, but Dane could do serious damage to Tess.

She got her hand on the weapon first, but Dane clawed her arm. More blood spilled, dripping to the floor. Dane threw his other arm up and grabbed her injured shoulder. She cried out, pain registering in the squint of her eyes, but she didn't release her hold on the gun.

Without delay, Tess swung her foot out from underneath her. Her heel landed squarely in Dane's Adams apple. He gagged and tumbled backwards. "Don't you f.u.c.king lay another paw on me again," she said.

Dane clutched his neck and slowly rose to his feet with a wobble that resembled a drunken sailor. But the gesture didn't fool Hugh. Dane wanted to buy himself time. Why?

"Don't move," came a masculine voice.

That's why. Hugh looked over his shoulder and caught sight of the man who hadn't stayed down nearly long enough.

"I'm not," said Tess, her outstretched arms holding the gun and aiming it at Dane.

"Fool me once-"

"Shut up," Tess said to Christian while keeping her sights on Dane. "You've got no f.u.c.king idea what I'm capable of. What I do and don't do."

Hugh took a good look at Christian before inching his way closer to the b.a.s.t.a.r.d. He heard the even beat of the man's heart, smelled his expensive cologne, but a tiny bead of sweat dotted his temple. The man wasn't immune. Wasn't as cool as he wanted to seem.

But he did hold a gun. And it was trained on Tess. s.h.i.+t. Could she see it?

Only a fraction of light lit the room now. Fragments of reflected color from the cityscape slashed through the window here and there. Shadows cast doubt on exact body locations.

"You forget who trained you. Who made you what you are," Christian said. "I'm responsible for your capabilities, Tess. There's not a move you make that I don't take credit for."

"That's bulls.h.i.+t. I make my own decisions."

"And you've decided the wolfen's life is more important than your friends? More important than the organization that saved you from destroying yourself?"

"I don't give a s.h.i.+t about myself." She remained focused on Dane. From Hugh's point of view, a sliver of white light bisected his body.

"Precisely."

Christian swiveled his arms the necessary distance to meet Hugh's chest, now a mere couch length from the mouth of the gun.

Hugh suspected the man's bullets wouldn't have the same effect on him as Tess's. With lightning speed, he raced to Dane's side to make getting an accurate shot more difficult. He hoped like h.e.l.l the guy valued Dane's life. At least, it would cause a distraction and give Tess time to figure out a way to protect herself. Or so he hoped.

He grabbed Dane by the s.h.i.+rt collar and lifted a knee to the s.h.i.+fter's groin. Dane retaliated with his own knee, but Hugh held onto him, not wanting any extra s.p.a.ce between them.

"No!" Tess shouted, either catching the glint of her boss's gun when it moved in Hugh's direction, or not wanting Hugh in the way of her taking a shot at Dane.

Too late to wonder.

Two shots rang out, a split second separating the deafening sounds. Hugh was forced backwards, Dane's weight pressing him several feet back as he absorbed the impact. Hugh kept his arms around Dane's torso as he grappled with what happened. Dane wasn't moving. Wasn't breathing. His body slumped against Hugh's like dead weight.

Tess's boss had taken his shot. And missed.

Hugh laid Dane down on the floor and knelt beside him as his head swam with sadness. For Dane's mother and father, his sister. For the pack. Despite Dane's flaws, he had people who loved him, people who would feel his loss. He knew firsthand what death did to survivors. This wasn't supposed to happen, dammit, but his priority had been protecting himself so he could get Tess out of the suite alive. She ruled his every action and he didn't regret that. That was what a Night Runner did for his mate. The sting of it costing another life didn't lessen with that knowledge, though.

Tess.

He looked up, frantic to see her.

Across the room, Christian sat in a pool of blood. His eyes were open but there was nothing there. The second shot that rang must have hit him, not Dane.

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