Page 81 of Devil's Due

Borden moved toward her. Intimately close, trying to hold her eyes. “What about me?”

She put a hand flat on his chest. “Your decision,” she said. “I love you. I want to be with you. But you have to choose now, because I’m not going to be a cog in somebody else’s machine the rest of my life. We’re expendable to them, and personally, I don’t consideryouexpendable at all.”

He hesitated, and with a heart-stoppingly tender gesture, covered her fingers with his own. Jazz was not a small woman, but his hand dwarfed hers.

“Quit,” she said. “Quit the damn Society. Please, Borden.”

He bent forward and kissed her. A long, thorough, sweet kiss, as if there was nobody else in the room.

“I have to fight for what I believe in,” Borden said. “Even if the guy who founded it doesn’t believe anymore. I can’t change my heart that easily. I’m sorry.”

Jazz blinked. For a second there were tears in her eyes, and in the next, they were gone, drained away, and something hard and unyielding had replaced them.

“Me, too,” she said, and shoved him away with an explosion of force. He staggered back, hit the pillar behind him and rebounded. She sidestepped, added momentum with a straight arm across his shoulder blades, and he sprawled facedown across the table. Jazz stepped in, grabbed his left wrist and twisted it up, then patted her pockets absently. “Dammit. Anybody got handcuffs?”

Any of them might have—Ben, Jazz, Lucia—but instead, it was Pansy Taylor, looking rumpled and fresh from bed, wrapped in a robe, who walked in on bare feet and tossed a gleaming set of police issue on the table.

“I don’t think I even want to know,” McCarthy said.

“Morning.” Pansy yawned, and watched as Jazz snapped handcuffs on her former boss. “What’s going on?”

“End of the world,” McCarthy said. He was still sitting, head propped on his hand, watching as Borden squirmed and struggled.

“Oh,” Pansy said. “Just checking. Coffee, then?”

“Yeah, all around. Better get a straw for Borden.”

“Screw you, McCarthy,” Borden panted. Jazz grabbed him by the handcuffs and got him upright, then seated. “Dammit, Jazz, you can’t keep me here like this.”

“Sure, I can,” she stated. “And later on, we’ll talk about better ways to handle our relationship issues, but for right now? Handcuffs work.”

McCarthy laughed. A flush mounted in Borden’s face, and Lucia thought that if he’d had superpowers, those handcuffs would be breaking like glass right about now.

But he didn’t.You are a fulcrum upon which we can move the world.Lucia had the uncomfortable feeling that only one of them qualified today as a superhero, and she didn’t like the thought.

“I have to make a phone call,” she said.

Nobody commented. Jazz was too preoccupied with avoiding Borden’s glares.

Lucia stood up and walked to an emptier corner of the vast warehouse space, away from the lights. Out on the perimeter, the feeling of loneliness increased. It was like leaving the orbit of the Earth, launching out into a cold and uncaring darkness.

She dialed a number on her cell phone, spoke her name very clearly after the beep and left a callback number. Exactly forty-five seconds after she’d hung up, her cell phone rang, and she flipped it open.

“This is an unexpected pleasure, my love,” Gregory Ivanovich said. He did sound gratified.

“Did you take the pictures?”

Silence for a second. She might have actually succeeded in throwing him off.

“I captured them from surveillance, yes.” No jokes. Gregory knew it wasn’t a joking matter. “You know who is the father? I deeply regret to inform you it was not me.”

“I need a favor.”

She’d surprised him, again. “Are we so close that you should think I would give another favor,dorogaya?For nothing?”

“Not for nothing. Favor for favor. Yours to be named later, no questions asked.”

“You’d put yourself in my debt?”

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