"Shadow Game" - читать интересную книгу автора (Feehan Christine)

terrorists, even an enemy army. We've been at it for over three years."
"A wild idea. And this is whose baby?"
"Your father's. He thought it up, convinced the powers that be that it could be
done, and convinced me and the rest of the men that it would make the world a
better place." There was a wealth of bitterness in Ryland Miller's voice.
"Obviously something went wrong."
"Greed went wrong. Donovans has the government contract. Peter Whitney
practically owns this company. I guess he just doesn't have enough money with
the million or two in his bank account."
She waited a long moment before responding. "I doubt my father needs any more
money, Captain Miller. The amount he gives to charities each year would feed a
state. You don't know anything about him so I suggest you reserve your opinion
until all the facts are in. And for the record, it's a billion or two or more.
This corporation could disappear tomorrow and it wouldn't change his lifestyle
one bit." Her voice didn't rise in the least, but it smoldered with heat and
intensity.
Ryland sighed. Her vivid gaze hadn't wavered an inch. "We have no contact with
our people. All communication to the outside must go through your father or the
colonel. We have no say in what is happening to us at all. One of my men died a
couple of months ago and they lied about how he died. He died of a direct result
from this experiment and the enhancement of his abilitiesЧhis brain couldn't
handle the overload, the constant battering. They claimed it was an accident in
the field. That's when we were cut off from all command and separated. We've
been in isolation since that time." Ryland regarded her with dark, angry eyes,
daring her to call him a liar. "And it wasn't the first death, but by God, it's
going to be the last."
Lily pushed a hand through her perfectly smooth hair, the first real sign of
agitation. The action scattered pins and left long strands falling in a cloud
around her face. She was silent, allowing her brain to process the information,
even as she was rejecting the accusations and implications about her father.
"Do you know precisely what killed the man in your unit? And is there the same
danger to the rest of you?" She asked the question very quietly, her voice so
low it was almost in his mind.
Ryland answered in the same soft voice, taking no chances the unseen guards
would overhear their conversation. "His brain was wide open, assaulted by
everyone and everything he came into contact with. He couldn't shut it off
anymore. We can function together as a group because a couple of the men are
like you. They draw the noise and raw emotion away from the rest of us. Then
we're powerful and we work. But without that magnetЕ" He broke off and shrugged.
"It's like pieces of glass or razor blades slashing at the brain. He
snappedЧseizures, brain bleeds, you name it. It wasn't a pretty sight and I sure
didn't like the glimpse of our future. Neither did any of the other men in the
unit."
Lily pressed her fingers to her temple and for just a moment, Ryland caught the
impression of throbbing pain. His face darkened, gray eyes narrowing. "Come
here." He had an actual physical reaction to her being in pain. The muscles in
his belly knotted, hard and aching. Everything protective and male in him rose
up and flooded him with an overwhelming need to ease her discomfort.
Her enormous blue eyes instantly became wary. "I don't touch people."
"Because you don't want to know what they're really like inside, do you? You