She paused, looked over her shoulder, and shrugged. “You don’t—yet. You just want answers.”
Markos snorted. “That’s the understatement of the century,” he muttered, following her out.
Eleven
Markos didn’t know who or what the hell the woman beside him was—and that fascinated him as much as it concerned him. Unease had flowed through him when she’d paused, touched Rhys on his arm, and spoken quietly. Seconds later, the bouncer had handed over the keys to his car without a word of protest or question as to why they wanted to borrow it.
He gripped the steering wheel. His jaw ached from gritting his teeth as they sped through the midnight drizzle. He had witnessed some strange and unusual things in his life. Only once before had things felt this strange—and that was eight years ago.
She’s damn right I want answers,he groused.
“You going to tell me what the hell is going on?”
Kiki exhaled through her nose. “When we meet up with Nikos. I’m sure he’ll have some of the same questions. It’ll be easier to explain once, rather than twice.”
“I’m sure he will.”
She must have felt the sideways glances he kept shooting her. She gripped the armrest tighter as he swerved around a car, narrowly avoiding it before rolling through a yellow light.
“Eyes on the road, please,” she muttered.
He didn’t answer. She turned her head away from him, as if she were trying to pull behind a wall. He glanced at her again and thought about the things she’d done at the club. He thought about military tactics and the fact that every weapon, every ability, had a downside, a weakness, a circumstance where it could be turned against its owner. What was that likely to be for someone who could command people with her mind?
He focused on slowing his breath and reining in his emotions. As he did, he noticed her body relax. A ghost of a smile curved his lips.
“Thank you,” she murmured, glancing at him before turning her head away to stare out the window again.
“For what?”
“You know,” she replied.
He sighed, relaxed his grip on the steering wheel, and slowed down.
“How much have you told Nikos about the things you can do?” he asked, curious.
She folded her hands together on her lap, curling her fingers together. “I haven’t. It’s… not something I normally share with anyone.”
“How did you know about me? About what happened eight years ago?” he asked, needing to know the answer.
“I was there,” she replied, leaning her head back against the headrest with a sigh.
He frowned, trying to remember her, but he didn’t.
“There was another girl?—”
Kiki nodded, staring straight ahead. “Yes. Shehealed you.”
His gut twisted with emotion so sharp, he almost closed his eyes. The tension in his chest grew. He wasn’t crazy.
She was real.
“Where-where is she?” he asked.
“Somewhere safe,” she replied.
“Good,” he said.
She gave him a surprised glance when he didn’t press further. He wanted to ask where, but he knew she wouldn’t tell him. Not yet.
