Page 76 of Deep Within Me

Holding back a sigh, Liz spoke to Jacob. “Diaz is with Kele. He hates Carreon as much as we all do. He’ll protect her.”

Jacob backed away. “Sure.Ifshe told him what she was doing.”

“Even if she didn’t,” Zeke said, “he’ll know soon enough, and he’ll help her.”

Jacob stopped shifting from foot to foot. “You really believe that, or is it something you’re only saying to keep me here?”

“Oh God, don’t leave,” Liz said. She wrapped her arms around Jacob’s torso. His heart beat as wildly as hers. “Diaz will keep her safe,” Liz murmured. “He’ll prove Zeke’s vision was wrong. Diaz will change the future, just as Zeke did when he saw you dying during the battle here.”

Jacob made a noise that sounded resigned or tired then caressed Liz as Zeke had when they’d first returned to the stronghold and he’d begged her to stop asking so many questions…to simply hold him. “You really believe Kele will be all right?”

It was a moment before Liz could answer. Right now, all she had was hope. “Even if she’s not, I can bring her back.”

“No,” Zeke said, going to them. “I won’t allow it.”

“That goes double for me,” Jacob said. “Your father won’t go for it either. He’ll help her, should it come to that.”

Liz didn’t argue. Now wasn’t the time. She refused to believe that she could no longer heal. That one day, she’d have to let Zeke, her father, or Jacob slip away in order to protect herself.

Uh-uh. No freaking way.She’d never allow that. Nor would she consider that Kele and Diaz wouldn’t come back. “Is it possible for you to start a transmission, or whatever you call it, to the club?” she asked. “For us to see what’s going on?”

Zeke and Jacob exchanged a glance.

Liz spoke before they could. “If you can’t do it with the computer Carreon used before, what about a security camera? Maybe there’s one in the office like those outside the building. Can you hack into it, intercept the image, whatever needs to be done?”

“It’s worth a try,” Jacob said.

Zeke ran his fingers over his mouth, looking uncertain. Liz noticed how he kept glancing behind himself as though he expected someone to barge into the room. “What’s wrong?” she asked.

Jacob stopped short of the computer, waiting for his brother’s answer.

“How long will it take you to bring up an image, if you can?” Zeke said. “Is it even possible to turn on his system from here?”

“I can sure as hell try.” He started keying.

“How long will it take?” Zeke repeated.

“Maybe a couple of minutes…maybe more.”

“Do you think Kele’s already there?” Liz asked Zeke then glanced toward the hall as he had. It was still empty. “Who are you looking for?”

“I don’t know if Kele’s already there,” Zeke answered Liz’s first question, ignoring the second. He spoke to Jacob. “You have five minutes, no more.”

“Why?” Liz asked. She went to Zeke. “Tell me.”

“Everything’s going to be all right,” he said, his attention again straying to the hall. His expression saying he wanted out of here, like a man who needed to flee.

Blood poured through Carreon’s fingers, which were clutched against his belly. He stared at Kele in horror and confusion as though he didn’t quite believe matters had come to this. He’d been defeated so easily.

He fell to his knees. A thin stream of blood poured from the side of his mouth. He tried to speak, but the words never came.

To Kele, the scene unfolded in slo-mo. On his knees, Carreon swayed to the right, the left. Her forefinger stroked the rifle’s trigger, but she didn’t shoot him again, suddenly unable to.

She’d done what the others in her clan hadn’t. She’d expected to feel elated, relieved. A creeping numbness settled over her. Her body felt heavy as though a crushing weight were pressing down on it. The weapon’s report had been so loud herears still rang. Or maybe someone was screaming and that was what she heard.

A quick check of the other man told Kele it wasn’t him making any noise. He’d come to a rest on the floor and hadn’t moved from it, his eyes bugged out, mouth closed, his focus on her weapon.

The young woman Carreon had threatened to kill hadn’t moved either. Nor had she spoken or screamed.