Don’t.The voice of reason. Yet he couldn’t listen to her.
Before he fully realized what he was doing, he blew the gate off the entrance to the building.
As it landed with a clank on the manicured grass, Lambert drew his gun.
CHAPTERTWENTY-SEVEN
The man gasped as he stared at Gabe standing in the entrance. For a moment, he was paralyzed. “You’re dead,” he choked out. “You sank like a stone.”
“Yeah. So I guess there’s no point in shooting me.”
Still, Lambert raised the weapon. Before he could fire, a bolt of energy shot toward him—directed by Travis but powered by the whole group.
The thug gasped and went down. But the other two men had heard the disturbance and came running back to aid their cohort, guns drawn.
There was no time to plan, only a quick agreement that Gabe and Olivia would take the man on the right. The others took the man on the left. Two quick flashes.
The guard who had gotten the jolt from Matt and Elizabeth collapsed. But Gabe and Olivia were less successful. As their target gasped and staggered, his finger spasmed on the trigger of his automatic weapon.
But the blast kept him from shooting accurately. The bullets struck the stone walls of the building, and as they did, the group redirected their power, taking him down with a desperate blast of power.
For long moments, nobody moved. Then Gabe came cautiously out of the building, followed by Matt, Olivia, and Elizabeth.
Matt went to Lambert and checked for a pulse. “He’s dead,” he announced before turning to the other attackers. “Likewise.”
Gabe felt a burst of triumph but also chagrin. He had endangered the whole group with his need to...kill.
He didn’t like the realization. And when he felt Olivia’s hand on his shoulder, he wanted to shake it off. But he stayed still.
He murdered you—twice,she reminded him.
That doesn’t give me permission to go berserk.
He heard Matt laugh.But it worked.
I could have gotten everybody butchered.
Stop. It’s done. We’ve evened the odds.
We don’t know how many men Smith has left, but it’s three fewer than he had before.
Four.
Everyone in the group stared. The new comment had come from Rachel. They all turned to see her and two more members of the road team coming over from the estate on the right.
We lost communication. What happened to you?Matt asked.And where are Craig and Stephanie? His inner voice had taken on a note of alarm.
She has a flesh wound in her arm. And Craig got the top of his hair parted by a bullet. He’s fine. She’s okay. They were in the main line of fire from the thug who came charging out of the house. We left them in the woods across the street to make sure Smith doesn’t go out the front door.Widening her reach, she asked,Craig, can you hear us?
Yes. We’ll let you know if there’s any activity out here,he added.
Why did we lose communication with you?Elizabeth asked.
Smith had some kind of mechanism to block out psychic power. It stopped us cold. We barely escaped, and we couldn’t do anything until we got across the road.
Okay, so Stephanie and Craig are watching. But what’s stopping him from driving away?Gabe demanded.
If he leaves, it will be on foot. None of his vehicles are currently working,Jake answered. He laughed.Engine trouble.
