Page 47 of Training Rain
“Does he have command of the US forces?”
“I don’t know, but if he did I doubt he’d hesitate to use them.”
“Why are we the senator’s target?” This question came from Rain.
Jess nudged Donnelly’s mind for an answer.
“He has a kid who is psychic.”
It wasn’t an answer. Jess pushed harder.
Donnelly’s eyes closed under the strain, but he couldn’t help answering. “He hates the idea of his kid being different. Keeps him locked in a mental institution under sedation.”
Jess nodded to Will who stabbed the guy with another needle in the neck this time. Donnelly only got half a scream out before his eyes rolled up in his head and he fell over almost immediately.
“Did you kill him?”
Will grinned. “No. He’s just unconscious. We’ll leave him here and have someone bring him back to Nevada for more questioning.”
Jess knew what he would be facing as soon as he turned toward Rain. Everything they had learned about Senator Breckenridge would help them and the other agents to stay alive, but she would not want to talk about that. He should have told her sooner. He should have confessed his mistake. No. It wasn’t a mistake. He’d done what was necessary. Shit.
Rain’s gaze remained fixed on him and he didn’t turn away.
Will cleared his throat. “Um, I’m just going to take Yas out for another walk and give you two a few minutes.”
The screen door slammed closed behind him.
She didn’t say a word and the silence was worse than the yelling he deserved.
“Just let me explain.”
“Did you use whatever you just used on him, on me?”
His heart sank. “Cher.”
Her eyes widened and the color drained out of her face. “Oh my god, you did.”
She turned away, stumbled slightly and reached out to grab the wall between the living room and the kitchen.
Jess rushed over and reached for her.
She turned unexpectedly. Her eyes narrowed. “Don’t you dare touch me.”
He wanted to reassure her. He tried to establish the link they had shared the night before, but she blocked him. In fact she was blocking all of his psi abilities. “Rain, I wanted to tell you. I tried to tell you this morning.”
She backed away toward the door never taking her eyes or her concentration from him. “Tell me what, that you manipulated me, forced my compliance, used mind bending to get what you wanted?”
“You’re overreacting.” He knew the minute he said it that it was the wrong thing to say.
Her eyes grew even wider. “I’m overreacting? I thought we had something special. I thought you cared for me. Now I don’t even know if my feelings are my own or you just wanted to get me into bed.”
His own temper started to rise. “I did nothing to alter your feelings for me.”
“What did you do then? How much of what happened last night was your doing?” She leaned against the wall not far from the exit. Ready to make a quick escape if need be.
He sat down at the kitchen table and ran his hands through his hair. He didn’t like that she’d cut off the use of his abilities. He was flying blind. Normally he’d be able to sense her emotional state and subdue her more irrational thoughts. “Let me be really clear. I did nothing last night. That was all you. If you have feelings for me, they are your own. I swear it. I told you how I feel.”
“Then what were you going to tell me this morning?” She crossed her arms over her chest.
