“Oh God, did they kill him?”
“I don’t know, but there was no reason to kill him.”
“They killed Travis.”
“We don’t even know if it’s the same people. Right now, though, we don’t know Steve’s dead, so for the moment, we’ll presume he’s alive. Okay?”
Josie opened her mouth then closed it again and gave an abrupt nod. “Do you have any clue where we are?”
“No. But we were only unconscious for around half an hour, so I’m guessing we’re still in London.”
“What do they want?”
“I expect we’ll find out soon enough. But don’t worry. They won’t hurt us. There’s no need. I suspect they can just go right into my head and pick out anything they want.”
“They can’t get into my head.”
“No, but they’ll get it from mine that you don’t know anything else. Really, there’s no reason to torture us or anything.”
Josie glared. “I wish you hadn’t said that word.”
“Everything will be fine. The others will be looking for us already. They will find us.”
The strength was returning to her body, and she swung her legs around and put her feet on the ground. Her knees almost buckled as she tried to stand up. On the second attempt, she managed it and staggered the short distance across the room to the windows. Tugging the curtain aside, she peered out. It was nighttime, and they were in some sort of high-rise, maybe on the tenth floor. Below she could see the streetlights. They were definitely still in the city, but she didn’t know more than that.
She tried the window, but it wouldn’t open. Not that it mattered. There was no way they could get down from this height.
Turning back, she studied the room. Two doors. She tried the first. It was locked. The second led to a small bathroom. No window. There was a glass on the sink, and she gulped down some water then filled the glass and took it to Josie. “Here, drink this. We need to get our strength back. Looks like we’re staying here for the moment, but we need to be prepared.”
Josie nodded. She was doing much better than Kaitlin would have expected. In fact, she seemed almost calm. A couple of months ago, she would have been climbing the walls. She’d come such a long way. Kaitlin just hoped Steve was okay.
Footsteps sounded outside the door, just before a key turned in the lock. She leaped for her own bed and collapsed onto the mattress—she wanted to look as pathetic as possible. Then the handle turned, and the door opened.
She glanced across at Josie, but she seemed okay.
Two people stepped into the room—a man and a woman. They looked so eerily like the Kindred that she found herself relaxing. Which was just plain stupid. She knew how ruthless the Kindred could be. Look at Kane. He hadn’t let the idea that they were in some way connected stop him from trying to annihilate them all.
All the same, it made her feel better, and she forced a smile. “Hi, nice to meet you.”
Amusement flashed in the man’s face but then he blanked it out.
“Our friend. The man in the car with us. Is he alive?” Kaitlin asked.
“As far as we know. We stunned him but no more.”
Thank God.“That’s good to know.”
She gave Josie a quick smile, saw the relief reflected in her eyes, the tension draining from her body.
“So why don’t you tell us why you’ve gone to all this bother just to meet us and then perhaps we can all go home.”
“We need to know who and what you are,” the woman said.
“I’m just an ordinary, everyday girl trying to get on with her life.”
“There’s no point in lying.”
“I was worried that might be the case.” She tried to decide what was the best way to deal with them but hadn’t come up with an answer when the woman walked closer. Kaitlin tried to read her mind but hit a brick wall. She was guessing they had reflector devices, but nothing obvious. Maybe they’d had something surgically implanted. That’s what Melody, the agent from the future, had had to prevent them reading her. Melody hadn’t been telepathic, though, whereas these people obviously were.
