Page 101 of You Only Love Twice
Obsidian was here.
I was with him last night.
There is a bomb in his head.
What the hell was she going to do? She'd barely slept a wink after their encounter, hearing his words every time she closed her eyes. She'd seen him wavering, his loyalty shifting to her, but what could she do to stop Ghost from killing him if he did?
Run away with me....
He'd known it was their only option, if he had any chance of surviving. And for the first time, she genuinely thought about it. It wasn't a matter of breaking her oaths, or casting aside her loyalty to Malloryn.
She just needed to save his life.
What the hell are you thinking?
You know they'll think you a fool.
You barely know him.
Dmitri no longer existed, not in the sense she'd known him, and could she trust what had burned between them?
Obsidian was but pieces of his whole, but sometimes when he looked at her, she sawherDmitri. This man had nearly killed her in Russia, and yet there were so many unanswered questions between them. The way he'd kissed her, as if she meant the world to him. The way he'd saved her life several times, watching over her like some fallen guardian angel.
She needed to know if what she'd felt all those years ago was real.
Run away with me....It would solve the immediate problem of the implant in his head being activated.
But what if they find you?
Ghost would never let them go. Perhaps they'd have months, years, but they'd always be on the run, looking over their shoulders for a pale-haired assassin. Would Obsidian simply drop dead in the streets in front of her one day when she couldn't even see the threat?
It wasn't an option.
And Malloryn.... He'd be so incredibly disappointed in her.
So she didn't say a thing. None of the Rogues would understand anyway. As far as they were aware, Obsidian was the enemy. He'd shot her. It was only now she understood why.
It forces you to obey....
You don't even know what you're doing....
The loss of memories. Actions one would never expect a certain person to take. Jonathan Carlyle had always pled his innocence, and she felt ill to think the poor bastard might have actuallybeeninnocent. Of intent, at least. She finally had a link between Carlyle and Obsidian.
There was a lump in her throat, as thick as a fist.
An inside job.
An ever-changing description from the witnesses.
It finally,finallymade sense.
What if the Chameleon wasn't one person, but dozens? Mindless assassins sent to execute their targets without a bloody clue what was inside their heads?
But if so, then that meant this conspiracy stretched back further than she'd ever have imagined.
Because the Chameleon had been in action for years.
Dr. Richter had created the device. Obsidian refused to tell her more, as if he could somehow keep her away from a confrontation with this "Ghost". But the Chameleon was tied to thedhampir.
