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

smaller as if she were moving away from them.
Her stomach rolled. Lily caught at the edge of her chair for support, her legs
rubbery. There was movement. They were moving out away from shore. She smelled
blood. And something else. Something familiar. Her heart nearly stopped beating,
then began to pound in alarm. Daddy? It couldn't be. What would he be doing on a
boat on the ocean? He didn't go on boats.
Peter Whitney had no real telepathic powers, but he had experimented with Lily
for years and they sometimes had managed a faint connection. Lily frantically
caught up her father's back pillow, clutching it between her hands to better
focus on him. Daddy, where are you? He was in danger. She felt the vibrations of
it all around him, she felt the violence lingering in the air. He was hurt.
Her head, his head, was hammering from the terrible wound. She could feel pain
ripping through her body, through his body. Lily breathed deeply, trying to
reach past pain and shock, trying to reach for him. Where are you? I need to
find you so I can send help. Can you hear me?
Lily? Her father's voice, so weak, almost tinny, as if he were fading away. It's
too late for that. They've killed me. I've already lost too much blood. Listen
to me, Lily, it's up to you now. You have to make it right. I'm counting on you
to make it right.
She could feel his fear, his great determination in spite of his weakness.
Whatever he was trying to convey to her was of the utmost urgency to him. She
fought down panic and her need to scream for aid. She fought down a daughter's
reaction and reached out with all the power of her mind to stay connected. Tell
me what you want, I'll do it.
There's a room, a laboratory no one knows about. The information is there,
everything you need. Make it right, Lily.
Daddy, where? Donovans or here? Where should I look?
You have to find it. You have to get rid of everything, the disks, the hard
drive, all my research, don't let them find it. They must never repeat that
experiment. It's all there, Lily. It's my fault, but you have to set it right
for me. Don't trust anyone, not even our people. Someone at the house discovered
what I was doing. They betrayed me.
In our house? Lily was horrified. Their people had all been with them from the
time she was a little girl. There's a traitor in our house? She took another
deep breath, dragging air into her lungs to center herself. Daddy, tell me where
you are, I can't see anything of value. Let me send help.
The men are prisoners. You'll have to free them. Captain Miller and the others,
get them out of there, Lily. I'm sorry, baby. I'm sorry. I should have told you
what I did right from the beginning but I was too ashamed. I thought the end
results always justified the experiment, but I didn't have you, Lily. Remember
that, don't hate me. Remember I never had a family before you came along. I love
you, Lily. Find the others and make it right. Help them.
Lily's body jerked as she felt her father being dragged across the deck. She
realized whoever was dragging him thought he was unconscious. She caught a brief
glimpse of a shoe, of wrists and a watch, then nothing at all. Daddy! Who is it?
Who is hurting you? She flung out her hand as if she could hold him there, hold
him to her. Stop the inevitable.
There was silence. She was connected: she rocked when the boat rocked, she
smelled the sea air and felt the pain wracking her father's body. But his blood
had drained out on the deck of the boat and with it, most of his strength. Only