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work on. My mindЕ" she hesitated, as if weighing her options carefully. She was
deciding how honest to be with him. He wanted the truth and silently willed her
to give it to him.
Lily was quiet for a moment more, her large eyes fixed steadily on his, then her
soft mouth firmed. Her chin went up a miniscule notch but he was watching her
every expression, every nuance, and he was aware of it, aware of what it cost
her to tell him. "My mind requires continual stimulation. I don't know how else
to explain it. Without having something complex to work on, I run into
problems."
He caught the flash of pain in her eyes, fleeting but there. Dr. Peter Whitney
was one of the richest men in the world. All the money might have given his
daughter every confidence, but it didn't take away the fact that she was a
freakЕ a freak like he was. Like his men were. What her father had made them
into. GhostWalkers, waiting for death to strike them down, when they should have
been an elite team defending their country.
"So tell me this, Lily Whitney, if that code is real, why can't the computer
crack it?" Ryland lowered his voice so that anyone listening wouldn't hear his
question, but he kept his glittering gaze fixed on hers, refusing to allow her
to look away from him.
Lily's expression didn't change. She looked as serene as always. She looked
impossibly elegant even there in the laboratory. She looked so far out of his
reach his heart hurt. "I said he always wrote in code, I didn't say this one
made any sense to me. I haven't had a chance to work with it yet."
Her mind was closed so completely to him that he knew she was lying. He arched a
dark brow at her. "Really. Well, you'll have to put in for overtime because no
one seems to be able to read how your father managed to enhance our psychic
abilities. And they sure can't figure out how to make it go away."
She reached out, gracefully, almost casually, naturally, to grip the edge of a
desk. The knuckles on her hand turned white. "He enhanced your natural
abilities?" Her mind immediately began to turn that bit of information over and
over as if it were a piece of a jigsaw puzzle and she was finding the proper
fit.
"He really let you walk in here blind, didn't he?" Ryland challenged. "We were
asked to take special testsЕ"
She held up her hand. "Who was asked and who asked you?"
"Most of my men are Special Forces. The men in the various branches were asked
to be tested for psychic ability. There were certain criteria to be met along
with the abilities. Age, amount and type of combat training, ability to work
under pressure conditions, ability to function for long periods of time cut off
from the chain of command, loyalty factors. The list was endless but
surprisingly enough, we had quite a few takers. The military issued a special
invite for volunteers. From what I understand law enforcement branches did the
same. They were looking for an elite group."
"And this was how long ago?"
"The first I heard of the idea was nearly four years ago. I've been here at the
Donovans laboratory for a year now, but all the recruits that made it into the
unit, including me, trained together at another facility. As far as I know we
were always kept together. They wanted us to form a tight unit. We trained in
techniques using psychic abilities in combat. The idea was a strike force that
could get in and out unseen. We could be used against the drug cartels,