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

He doesn't know about you. Higgens has no idea you're telepathic. The knowledge
burst over him like a light from a prism. Brilliant and colorful and full of
possibilities. Dr. Whitney was hiding his daughter's abilities from the colonel.
From the Donovans Corporation. Ryland knew he had ammunition. Information he
could use to bargain with Dr. Whitney. Something that might be used to save his
men. His flare of excitement must have been in his mind because Lily turned and
regarded him with a cool, thoughtful gaze.
Peter Whitney scowled at Colonel Higgens, clearly exasperated. "You want
something done? What does that mean, Frank? What do you have in mind? A
lobotomy? Captain Miller has performed every test we've asked of him. Do you
have personal reasons for disliking the captain?" Dr. Whitney's voice was a whip
of contempt. "Captain Miller, if you were having an affair with Colonel
Higgens's wife, you should have disclosed that information to me immediately."
Lily's dark eyebrows shot up. Ryland could feel the sudden amusement in her
mind. Her laughter was soft and inviting, but her features gave nothing of her
inner thoughts away. Well? Are you a Romeo?
There was something peaceful and serene about Lily, something that spilled over
into the air around them. His second-in-command, Kaden, was like that, calming
the terrible static and tuning the frequencies so that they were clear and sharp
and able to be used by all the men regardless of talent. Surely her father
hadn't experimented on his own daughter. The idea sickened him.
"Laugh all you want, Peter," the colonel sneered, "but you won't be laughing
when lawsuits are filed against Donovans Corporation and the United States
government is after you for botching the job."
Ryland ignored the arguing men. He had never been so drawn to a woman, to any
individual, but he wanted Lily to remain in the room. He needed her to remain in
the room. And he didn't want her to be a part of the conspiracy that was
threatening his life. She seemed unaware of it, but her father was certainly one
of the puppet masters.
My father is no puppet master. Her voice was indignant and faintly haughty, a
princess to an inferior being.
You don't even know what the hell is going on so how do you know what he is or
isn't? He was rougher than he intended but Lily took it well, not responding to
him but frowning at the computer monitor.
She didn't speak to her father, but he sensed her movement toward him, a slight
exchange between them. It was more felt than seen, and Ryland sensed her
puzzlement deepen. Her father gave her no clue; instead, he led Colonel Higgens
toward the door.
"Are you coming, Lily?" Dr. Whitney asked, pausing just inside the hall.
"I want to look things over here, sir," she said, indicating the computer, "and
it will give Captain Miller a chance to fill me in on where he is in this."
Higgens swung around. "I don't think it's a good idea for you to stay alone with
him. He's a dangerous man."
She looked as cool as ever, her dark brow a perfect arch. Lily stared down her
aristocratic nose at the colonel. "You didn't ensure the premises were secure,
Colonel?"
Colonel Higgens swore again and stomped out of the room. As Lily's father
started out of the room, she cleared her throat softly. "I think it best we
discuss this project in a more thorough way if you want my input, sir."
Dr. Whitney glanced at her, his features impassive. "I'll meet you at Antonio's