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

frightening in its intensity and she had no idea how she was making it when she
was talking with John so naturally.
For one moment she felt the warmth pouring into her again. Surrounding her,
caressing her. There were no words, but the feeling was strong. Unity. Comfort.
Her emotions were too strong and they were spilling out in spite of her
protections.
As she neared the doorway and the chauffeur, Lily deliberately twisted her foot
on the priceless Oriental rug on the floor and stumbled. She caught at John
Brimslow's jacket to save herself, falling hard enough against him to shake them
both.
John steadied her, helping her back to her feet. Lily longed for a flood of
information so she could be absolutely certain John was innocent and she would
have an ally, but there was nothing whatsoever. John's mind was, as always, even
with her trying to read him, protected from the intrusion of hers.
"Are you all right, Lily?"
"I'm just tired. You know how clumsy I can be when I'm tired. Either that or
Dad's Oriental rug will have to go." Hard as she tried, she couldn't pull off a
smile. She didn't want to think that John could have betrayed her father. She
didn't want to think of her father lying at the bottom of the ocean.
The only thing enabling her to walk toward her father's office was that warmth
spreading inside of her. Aid from the very stranger who might wish her father
dead. She sat at her father's desk and stared at the multitude of papers and the
stacks of books without really seeing them. She was holding on to the warmth and
courage pouring into her body from that unexpected and unwanted source. Ryland
Miller. Was he her enemy? If she hadn't been so carefully protecting herself,
she might have learned earlier that her father was in danger. Whoever had
planned to kill him may have been in the very room. Whoever had betrayed him
lived in her home.

RYLAN D Miller sat down heavily in the one decent chair provided for him. Lily
Whitney's grief swamped him, weighed him down like a heavy stone sitting in the
middle of his chest so he could barely breathe, her pain a knife through his
heart. He felt sweat beading on his skin. Like him, Lily was an enhancer,
amplifying emotions already powerful enough to ride the waves of energy between
them. Between the two of them, the emotions were nearly uncontrollable.
Peter Whitney had been his one hope. He hadn't trusted the man, but Ryland had
worked on the scientist, pushing at his mind to sway him into helping Ryland
plan the escape. It had taken tremendous concentration and a great deal of
overload to connect all the men telepathically so they could talk in the dead of
night. They were waiting for him now, waiting for him to be able to shake off
Lily's terrible grief and sorrow. He admired her for the way she was trying to
handle her father's death. How could he not? She didn't know whom to turn to,
whom to trust, yet he sensed her deep resolve.
Lily. Ryland shook his head. He needed to get to her more than he needed
anything else. He wanted to comfort her, find a way to lessen the pain in her,
but he was locked up in a cage with a team waiting for his plan. With a sigh, he
closed his eyes, centered himself, and sent out the first message.
Kaden, you will go out with the first group. We'll all have to make it out the
first time or they'll double the security. All of you will have to be ready.
I've worked on the computers and electric locks. I can handle thoseЕ