The Protectors Series Bundle (A superhero romance anthology) (10 page)

Cassie shot one more quizzical look at him then shoved on her jeans. She jammed their dirty clothes into
her
backpack and swept the first aid kit remains into the garbage.
Shaking out his jeans and easing
his feet into the legs,
Cassie yanked
up
his
waistband and
buttoned
his fly.

The pain in his arms gradually decreased, but not before the pain in his legs upped the ante. Though this pain was more a deep ache than sharp knives, the tremors went bone deep.
He was dying.  Only the possibility of death made him
consider his next option. “I know a doctor. She’s about forty miles from here. She’ll see me. That way you won’t have to overuse your power. You didn’t get much sleep.”

Cassie's cheeks tinged pink and he wanted to smile. Even now, in the throes of the most incredible pain he ever experienced, the dull hum of arousal flooded his veins.

She quickly wiped down every surface they touched, from the bed side lamps, to the miniscule desk in the corner and the bedside tables. She even swept a cloth over the wood frame of the bed. Her bare feet raced over the worn, beige,
carpet
as she flew swiftly around the room. “If they’re on their way, they’ll know we've been here. Maybe someone saw us. I pushed the desk clerk, but I was really depleted. Maybe it didn't hold. I'm not willing to take chances
though.”

She propped her shoulder
under his arm and holding his waist, she helped him limp to the car. Large puddles welled on the ground, but no rain drops created ripples in the mini lakes.
After s
he slid him into the passenger
side
,
she
backed out of th
eir space and floored the gas. All the while, g
ut
tearing pain g
nawed at his ribs.

“This doctor, can you trust her?”

He clenched his teeth. He wished they didn’t have to entrust Cassie's life to her. “I’m not sure, but we have no choice.”

Seth was right. As they screeched onto the highway at a wrap-your-car-around-a-tree pace, dark cars with tinted windows approached their hotel. Cassie thanked God the back parking lot kicked them right onto the two-lane freeway. If they had stayed one second longer, they’d both be dead.

Cassie slid a glance at him in the passenger seat. Seth
had
started shaking and passed out a half an hour ago. He was going through the transformation, but she couldn't fathom why he would. Unless they’d shot him with something other than
Nisulin
. What truly astonished her was the precognition. He knew Trackers were coming for them. If she hadn’t given him the benefit of the doubt, she would have been caught.
They
would have been caught. She oscillated between weaving in and out of traffic like a bat out of hell and coasting behind soccer moms not to draw any attention to their car.

The real question was how the Trackers had found them. She
’d
disabled her tracking chip.  Maybe she
had been
careless, missed some detail. Maybe she should have been more worried about their safety than finding out how good
it felt to be in Seth’s arms
. She flushed and looked at his sleeping frame. His face had also started to change. His cheeks were leaner and his bone structure more pronounced. The muscles around his neck were thicker as well. The change in his pectorals was hard to miss. From gently muscled to bulging.

As they
left
the motel, he complained about the pain in his legs. She didn’t doubt they were going through the same transformation as the rest of him. Something was happening to him and she was responsible. The question was why? Was it the solution in those dammed bullets or her healing his wounds? Or
perhaps she’d done
something to him when they made love. She didn't know how he'd react to the changes. She should have left him behind.
So he could be killed?
No.  F
or the time being, he was stuck with her.

Following the directions he gave her before he passed out, Cassie veered toward the exit for Coral Gables. He seemed uncertain about trusting the doctor, but as things stood they had no choice. If they went to an emergency room, explanations would be necessary. She couldn’t just leave him in his current state.
Yes, you can.
The small voice inside her beseeched her.
You could take him to the nearest ER or to his doctor friend, and then drop his ass off and ghost.
Except
,
the mere thought of leaving him behind made her stomach clench and ache.

On her own, she wouldn't have to worry about protecting him from the Trackers. But she'd gotten him in this mess, and with the way things had changed between them, what they'd already been through, could she walk away and leave him to fend for himself?

Seth stirred as she drove up to the tidy Spanish-style house.
The red
, tile
roof, smooth stucco siding and deep door opening was complemented by Mediterranean arches above the porch.
Each house was a carbon copy of the next, with manicured lawns and professionally landscaped roses, begonias and birds of paradise. Every other house had an Audi, BMW or Mercedes in the driveway.

Cassie pulled the car into the driveway and made a mental note to move the Jetta once Seth was settled. She wasn't sure if she could leave him behind, but at the very least, she needed to get him inside. When she opened the passenger door, his head rolled in her direction, but his eyes didn’t focus.

“Looks like there’s more bad news,” Seth mumbled.

Her nerve endings tingled when she felt him tense. “More Trackers?”

He shook his head.  “I’m blind.”

Cassie froze. Maybe a side effect of the visions? “I’m sure the sight loss is only temporary.”

He softly groaned as she pulled him out of the car and wrapped an arm around him, supporting his weight.

The way his body loomed and bent over her, he looked taller.
Not
good news. When she first received Peter's treatments all those years ago, nothing happened. But that changed when he started administering them intravenously. Abruptly, her body transformed. She was no longer a gangly adolescent. Muscles had developed overnight. She had been thin and sickly all her life. More skin and bone than anything. Because of the drugs, she
’d
gained the muscle mass of an athlete.
The burning had lasted for a week.  She even
begged her brother to kill her.

If Peter found out about Seth, he would slice him open like a man-sized lab rat. She couldn't let that happen.

She flushed as she considered one likely cause of Seth’s transformation. That sex with her had changed him. Her body tingled all over and her core readied for him when she remembered the way he lapped at her body. She'd been drawn to him when he was just Seth, but now, the attraction was like the magnetic pull of the sun. She stumbled and prayed he wouldn’t ask why she lost her footing.

He lifted his head and smirked. “Is it totally weird that I can smell you right now?” His lopsided smile morphed his face into the one she saw when she first met him. “Like citrus and vanilla. It’s delicious.”

Heat burned through her veins, but she concentrated on the information he just gave her. His olfactory senses were already developing. It might be safer for her to leave him behind, and maybe safer for Seth in the long run. But in the short term while his powers developed, he needed her.

She pulled him closer to better support him and was assailed by his scent. Woodsy. The damp heat between her thighs intensified and she flushed.
So not the time
.
Get him to the doc, and then get yourself a cold shower.

She knocked on the door with three quick raps while doing a brief scan of the house. There were no pets and one female in the house.
Must be the doctor
. When there was no answer, she rapped again using more force. Beside her Seth stiffened. “Are you in more pain?”

His skin was sallow and green as he spoke. “In a manner of speaking.”

When footsteps drew nearer, she let out a long breath. The door swung open and a tall brunette stood inside the threshold. She wore Mickey Mouse pajama bottoms and a plain white T-shirt, hair tousled like she just left the bed.

Cassie didn’t have her shields up, so the woman’s immediate shock, filtered through Cassie’s consciousness.

“Yes? How can I help you?” she asked, her voice wary.

“Dr. Lisa Trenery? I'm sorry to trouble you, but Seth needs medical attention. He refused to go to the emergency room and insisted we come here.” She slid a glance toward Seth. “He said you would help him.”

The woman turned her attention toward Seth and narrowed her eyes. She grabbed Seth’s arm and stared at the eagle tattoo on his wrist.
Staggering
back
, she
and paled. “Seth
Adams
? Is that you?”

Cassie put up her shields to avoid the woman’s thoughts. She didn't need to know what the brunette was thinking. Cassie’s guess was they once had a relationship. She swallowed the bitter taste of jealousy.

Lisa
stepped aside to usher them in. “You can put him on the couch. I’ll get my bag.”

The living room was to the left of the foyer and looked like a room out of
Architectural Digest
with sleek modern furniture and cherry hard wood floors.
Cassie
settled Seth on the couch and picked a spot by the window, where she could watch both the street and the doctor.

If she was smart,
she
would leave now. Leave and not look back. He’d be safe enough here.
But what if he wasn’t?
He needed help understanding his powers.

Envious or not, Cassie didn't like the way the doctor’s eyes roved over Seth.  She slowly lowered her shields. It was rude, but in the case of life and death, manners equaled a date with the Grim Reaper. A warm glow filled her, chased by a gray swirl of loss. Love. Not romantic, but love nonetheless. Love and sadness.

“You want to tell me what happened to him?” Lisa’s flipped her dark hair over her shoulder as she kneeled to examine him.

Cassie
had
already decided to tell the truth. She was at full power again. She could mind push the doctor into forgetting the two of them had ever been here, if necessary. Or push her into thinking Seth had arrived alone. That way, if medication was missing, there would be good cause for the disappearance.

“He was shot. Mostly healed, but the burning and body transformation started early this morning. I don't know what to do for him. He needs pain medication and something to bring his fever down.”

Lisa stared at Cassie, mouth agape, her expression changing from incredulity, to horror, to disbelief, then back to incredulity.  Likely, she tucked Cassie into the crazy-out-of-her-brain category.

But to her credit, she tried to keep her voice professional. “Did you say body transformation?” 

Cassie pinched the bridge of her nose. “Look at him. When I met him yesterday morning, he had a runner’s body. Now he’s got ripped abs like the guys from the movie
300
.”

Lisa nodded. “He’s so much taller than I recall. Maybe it's the years and I don’t remember well.”

Cassie shook her head. “No, that's the transformation. Yesterday, he was just over six feet. Today, I’d estimate six four, at least.”

“You want to explain the gunshots? I see no evidence of them.”

Cassie quickly told the story even as she tried to read Lisa. Still, she had little luck, gathering impressions and feelings, but no thoughts. The doctor’s mind was strong. Maybe as strong as Seth’s. While Lisa finished examining Seth, Cassie assumed her post by the window and watched the main road. “You don’t have to believe me. But please, please bring his fever down. Please give him something for the pain.”

Lisa stared at her. “What the hell am I supposed to say to a story like that?”

Seth didn’t completely trust this woman. Cassie didn’t trust anyone. But right now, Dr. Lisa Trenery was all they had. Cassie turned her attention to the doctor’s medical bag and levitated it across the room. “I realize this is a lot to take in. And I know you barely want to fulfill your favor to Seth, but we need you, and from what I've seen on television about doctors, you have taken an oath to first do no harm. In action, I’ve only seen the opposite. Please help him. We have nowhere else to go. Please prove me wrong.”

Lisa stared at her levitating medical bag, then at Cassie, then moved her gaze back to Seth. “Oh Seth, what has been done to you?”

Cassie turned back to the window. “I wish I knew.”

One word echoed in Seth’s head.
Run
. Through the pain, he reached for Cassie. He needed to get to her, to keep her safe. His heart thundered in his chest his breathing stuttered. He jerked up with a start, as if a coiled spring propelled his movement. “Cassie.”