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Her parents and Linny were dead. Grandma was in a home with Alzheimer’s and hadn’t recognized Rachel in two years. Kadin had left before she lost Linny.

There wasn’t anyone left to lose.

And they couldn’t break her with her body. Oh, she’d welcome death when and if it came. The torture might be destroying her mind and her perspective, but Rachel would protect her unwitting source of information no matter what they did to her body. Jamila Massri reminded Rachel too much of Linny. An innocent young woman desperate for love, caught up with a sadistic man.

It would take more than physical agony to force that name from behind the barriers Rachel had constructed in her mind.

She’d planned her escape route if those barriers started to fail, and the idiots in the corner had no clue.

All she had to do was tip her chair sideways while the battery leads were connected to her body. She’d fall into the puddle of urine and the water they’d tossed onto it to keep down the smell. The electricity would pass through her heart and, more important, through her brain.

Instant fried cerebral matter.

And if she was lucky, the impact of her head connecting with the cement floor would kill her even before the electricity did.

She hadn’t taken her only out yet because the part of her that wanted to do her job wouldn’t let go, the little part of her that still hoped, still believed in good winning over evil. She wanted to know who the top players in this undeclared but still very real war were.

And maybe, just maybe, her agency would send someone to extract her in time for her to share that important news.

TGP didn’t leave their agents behind, but time was running out, and she wasn’t counting on rescue. She never counted on anyone being there for her anymore.

Another bolt of electric agony jolted through her as she forced her mind to go over her “escape” plan again and again, even as she screamed the name of the one person she was absolutely sure she would never see again.

 

Kadin could now hear the screams through the walls of the facility. His heart stopped in his chest as the agony in that voice paralyzed him.

He’d heard Rachel Gannon’s voice lifted in pleasure, he’d heard it broken with pain, but he’d never heard it scream like this. In that moment, he realized it was the one sound that might well break
him
.

“Hey, Trig, you okay?” Cowboy asked as he drew level with Kadin.

Kadin jerked his head in a nod and started moving again. He had to be all right, damn it. He couldn’t let himself get distracted. Rachel’s life depended on his keeping his head in the game. Hearing the proof of what was happening to her could not get in the way of that.

Not even when it came special-delivery with his name on it.

One damn thing he had never expected was for her to call out to him in her time of need. It had to be a mind game she played with herself to keep her real secrets locked inside, but hell if it wasn’t wreaking havoc on his brain, too.

 

Rachel was on count 720 when she realized it had been longer than three minutes since the last shock. She opened her eyes slowly, but even so, it took a moment to focus. Her vision was so blurry at first, the room appeared completely dark. But it wasn’t. The single lightbulb in the ceiling was still on, and the stark illumination it cast revealed that the men tormenting her were no longer in her cell.

She hadn’t heard them leave.

That was not good. Maybe she was farther gone than she’d thought.

Had the time come to take her escape route?

She took several deep breaths, trying to assess her condition and how close she might be to revealing something she did not want to without realizing it.

As Rachel contemplated her options, limited though they were, the door opened, and an old woman shuffled in. She muttered a prayer in Farsi under her breath as she offered a cup of water to Rachel to drink.

Rachel didn’t bother asking for help. This woman was as trapped as she was. The first couple of sips of liquid tasted as bitter as the acid in Rachel’s mouth, but then the clear, cold flavor of well water took over, and Rachel’s eyes stung with gratitude.

The woman helped her drink the whole cup before stepping back.

“Thank you,” Rachel croaked out in Farsi.

With a nod of her cloth-covered head, the older woman turned to leave.

“Wait.” The word cost Rachel, coming out of a throat raw from screaming.

The woman turned, her eyes filled with resigned sadness. “I can do nothing else for you.”

“You can tell me where we are.”

Though Rachel could make a good guess based on the way the woman was dressed.

“We are in the mountains, far from any city.”

“In what country?”

“Morocco.”

Okay, that was a lot farther from Helwan, the small city outside Cairo where she’d been conducting her investigation, than she’d expected. She must have been out cold a lot longer before arrival than she’d thought, or they’d flown her here.

Either way, she now understood why she’d been left alone for, at best guess, almost a whole day after being dumped in this less-than-hospitable room. The fact that the big dogs hadn’t arrived yet made more sense, too.

Moving her to Morocco was smart, but hopefully not as clever as the locator chip in Rachel’s hip that Vannie at TGP headquarters had installed.

“Thank you. What is your name?”

The woman shook her head and left without answering.

“Mine is Rachel,” she croaked out as the door closed. Her head dropped, the last, tiny reserve of energy draining from her.

She had no doubts her people would find her, but she was fairly sure at this point that it wouldn’t be alive.

Moments later, the door opened again, this time silently. Only the shift of air in the room gave the movement away. So,
not
her captors’ return.

But who? Had her agency sent a rescue team? Hope seared through her as worry rose up to meet it.

A man stepped inside, closing the door behind him with an economy of movement and absolutely no sound. She would not know he was there if she could not see him with her own eyes. Big, both tall and broadly muscled, he wore the newer black digital camouflage. His face was covered by a cotton ski mask, but his eyes were eerily familiar.

She blinked her own, unable to process what her brain was telling her. Her rescuer had Kadin’s eyes.

She knew with every particle of her remaining sanity that it couldn’t be Kadin Marks. Not here. Not now. Just her fantasies playing tricks with her mind. This was much worse than losing track of time during her torture. Reality was colliding with imagination, and that terrified her.

She had to keep her mental faculties together. Her brain was the only weapon she had left. And apparently she needed to stop using old memories to fight the horror of the present.

“Kadin?” she whispered, almost silently, the fear she’d refused to give in to up to this point nearly overwhelming her.

The man heard her. His head jerked, but he didn’t say anything. He moved forward on quick, silent feet, dropping to one knee beside her. He flicked open a lethal-looking blade and put it against the zip tie holding her wrists together.

“Wait!” she gasped.

He stopped. “Don’t worry, Rachel. I’m not here to hurt you.”

It was Kadin’s voice, saying her name. Her mind
had
snapped.

Even knowing that, she asked again, “Kadin?”

“Yes.”

Impossible, but he’d just said he was Kadin. Maybe her rescuer would have agreed to anything; maybe men like him were trained to deal with delusional torture victims like her that way. One thing she was certain of. The man, whoever he was, was here.

“I’m not dreaming.” She said it aloud because she needed to convince herself. She was fairly confident that she was in too much pain to be dreaming, though. Besides, in all her dreams, Kadin had never shown up in commando gear.

The Marines had taken him from her; she wasn’t about to have fantasies of him dressed like a soldier.

“No.” He brushed her cheek with a black-gloved hand. “You’re not dreaming.”

That voice again. It could not be, and yet, somehow, her nearly broken mind kept insisting that it was. “It’s you. Really.”

“Yes.” Never one for long speeches, her Kadin.

No, wait. Not hers anymore. Not for a very long time.

“How?”

“It doesn’t matter. We have to get you out of here.”

“ No. ”

He made a sound a cross between shocked gasp and growl. “Yes.”

“No. Two of the top guys in the organization are coming tomorrow.” One of them was an expert in interrogation. And she was sure she knew which one held that dark claim to fame in his underlings’ eyes. “I know one of them but not the other. We need that information.”

So, okay, her brain was still functioning. Which meant this man really
was
Kadin Marks, because she wasn’t so far gone that she was turning fantasies into reality in her mind. She hadn’t done that for almost as long as Kadin hadn’t been hers.

“Then get it another way,” he growled in an almost subvocal whisper directly against her ear. “You are not staying here to be tortured anymore.”

“They’re finished for the night.” At least, she hoped they were.

“Bullshit. They’re giving you a chance to think it’s over before coming back and trying to break you.”

A more experienced interrogator might do that, but these guys? She was hopeful not. “They haven’t broken me yet.”

The sound of plastic snapping came from behind her, and then Kadin’s big hands were on her arms, massaging them as he slowly allowed them to relax downward. “Your limbs are going to hurt like a sonofabitch, but you can handle it, angel.”

The pain started then, and she didn’t bother wasting breath on trying to argue or demanding that he never,
ever
use that endearment again. She had to handle this, and a lot more quietly than she had her torture. Yelling out Kadin’s name right now could get them both killed.

Once her arms hung at her sides, he made quick work of the ties holding her legs to the chair, and then he swept her up into his arms. “They aren’t getting the chance.”

“Chance for what?”

“To break you.”

“And I won’t get the chance to identify the other major player, either.”

“I’ll leave a team to do surveillance.”

“There’s no guarantee the head honchos will show once it’s discovered I’m gone.”

“Is she for real, boss?” someone asked, and Rachel realized Kadin was wearing an earbud communicator.

She wouldn’t have heard the voice through the comm-link except her head was right next to Kadin’s. He should be carrying her in a fireman’s lift, so he had one hand free.

The fact that he wasn’t messed with her head in a way the torturers hadn’t been able to.

“Boss?” the voice asked again.

“Yes.” Kadin didn’t sound happy when he said it, either.

“Tell her we’ll take care of it,” said another voice, this one with a distinct Texas twang.

Another day, another time, Rachel would have demanded to know how, but right now? It was taking every single one of her stay-with-it molecules to keep from passing out, puking, or ignominiously doing both.

Chapter Two

R
achel slept on Kadin’s bedroll in his tent while Cowboy briefed him on the nighttime activity at the enemy compound. “Looks like she was right, Trigger. Those sorry bastards are all sleeping, along with everyone else in that compound except for a single guard on the perimeter.”

“They’re relying too much on their remote location for security.”

“Don’t sound so disgusted. If they were as good as we are, it would have taken a whole lot more effort to break in and rescue your girlfriend.”

“She’s not my girlfriend.” There was a time when she’d been even more, but those days were gone.

And it had been his choice to jettison their relationship. He’d done it for her sake, but he doubted she’d ever believed that. Women didn’t. And Rachel was more convinced of her own invulnerability than most.

“Sure sounded like your girlfriend, screaming your name.”

Kadin surged to his feet, ready to deck his friend.

Cowboy stepped back, hands up in surrender. “Don’t get pissed at me, Trig. You know I didn’t mean it that way.”

Kadin nodded once, his throat too raw to speak for a second.

“All I’m saying is, she sure looked like your girlfriend, too, the way you were carrying her and all.” Cowboy had taken a few steps back before adding that bit of opinion to Kadin’s already screwed-up night.

He was never going to get the sound of Rachel’s screams out of his head.

“Why? Is that the way you carry
your
girlfriends?” Spazz asked Cowboy with an edge to his voice Kadin didn’t get but had no interest in figuring out right now.

Cowboy frowned, all evidence of humor gone from his expression. “I don’t have any girlfriends.”

“Right.” Spazz didn’t sound as if he bought that.

Kadin wouldn’t, either, except he knew something about his old friend and former fellow MARSOC soldier that Spazz clearly wasn’t privy to.

Cowboy’s shoulders bunched, and he sat down away from both of them. “Leave it alone, Neil.”


Spazz
. Everybody calls me
Spazz
.”

“I like
Neil
.”

Well, piss and damn. Maybe Spazz had more of a clue than Kadin thought. It didn’t matter.

“I do not need my team sniping at each other. Knock it off.” Kadin raised a hand when it looked as if Spazz would argue. The little guy had guts. Most wounded grizzlies would know better than to argue with Kadin right now, and a sane man should. “Both of you.”

Spazz subsided with a muttered, “Sorry.”

Cowboy didn’t apologize, but he didn’t open his trap again, either.

“Spazz, you got one of those tech-dealies that can jam signals?” Kadin asked the wiry blond.

Former Navy, the guy could do anything and everything with a computer and most technology. He was a kick-ass fighter, too, though, which was why the Atrati had recruited him.

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