She switched directions immediately, hesitating only a moment when she had to step over a body before going to the window. The glass was shattered and she went through the opening, uncaring of the few remaining shards. As many times as Nicolas had viewed the tapes of Dahlia, he still found her physical abilities astounding. She somersaulted through the narrow opening, landed on her feet, and hit the ground running, heading for the river. She was small enough that it was nearly impossible to see her in the darker shadows once she gained the river’s edge.
Pandemonium broke out in the driveway as police cars and an ambulance screamed to a halt. In the distance, Nicolas could hear the helicopter. He moved as fast as he dared across the open space until he gained the river. The police would search the water. It wasn’t a refuge. Dahlia hadn’t waited for him, but was already making her escape, not wanting the new rush of energy to overtake her as the police, pumped with adrenaline, searched the area.
The current was strong and fast moving and Nicolas worried about Dahlia’s smaller body being carried away from him. He caught up with her, reaching out to snag her shirt as the current took them downstream. She kept her legs tucked and floated in silence without looking at him, but he could feel the way her body trembled and shuddered continually.
Nicolas couldn’t help the surge of triumph invading his mind. He was certain they had managed to save Jesse Calhoun’s life. There was no real way of knowing until Lily had a chance to inform him of Calhoun’s condition, but he’d felt the power moving through him into Calhoun. Even if it only happened that one time, it was worth everything to him. His fist tightened in Dahlia’s shirt. She’d made it happen. It had been Dahlia who opened the floodgates to allow him to utilize the healing power he’d been born with. Dahlia had handed him his lifelong dream and didn’t seem to realize the significance of what she’d done. She took psychic energy for granted because she’d known no other way of life. He’d struggled from his boyhood vision through an adult nightmare, and she had just made all of it worthwhile.
Dahlia.
I’m cold.
Everything in him stilled. It was the first complaint Nicolas heard her make. There was no whining in her tone, just a simple statement of fact, but it alarmed him.
We’ll be out of this soon. I’ve got us a place to spend the night. It even has hot water.
He stayed very close to her as they floated part of the way, allowing the river to carry them downstream faster. When the current began to increase in strength, Nicolas caught at Dahlia and dragged her smaller body to the edge of the river, staying in among the reeds and rocks. She didn’t resist him or try to pull away from him. That was nearly as alarming as her complaint.
Dahlia lay on the riverbank listening to the distant sounds of the chaos reigning at the house they’d just left. There were clouds in the sky and clouds in her mind. She had nothing left. Not her home or her family or even her possessions. Now, she wasn’t even certain her job at NCIS was left. Did they think she was the traitor? That she’d sold out for money? That she’d been a party to Jesse’s torture and her family’s murder? Someone in the home office of the NCIS had traded information on her for a great deal of money. She hoped it was worth it to them, because it left her with nothing.
“Are you all right, Dahlia?” Waves of sorrow poured off her. While he was feeling his most triumphant, almost a euphoric feeling, she was grieving. Nicolas swept back the cloud of wet hair from her face. “What are you thinking about?”
“Home. Family. Betrayal.” She turned her head to look at him. “You’re right, of course. Someone had to have sold me out. No one else knew about me other than a few I took my orders from. I was classified, their secret weapon. Someone at NCIS sold Jesse and me out for whatever those poor professors discovered.”