Viper Game
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Still, she couldn’t allow him to charm Ginger into thinking he would stick around with his voice and his ability to make a child – or a woman – think they weren’t alone in the world. She couldn’t allow that to happen.
Don’t tell her something that isn’t true. She’s been lied to her entire life.
Wyatt turned his head to look into Pepper’s violet eyes. There was no diamond starburst, only pain. His gut knotted. He didn’t like his woman being in pain. He might tell himself different, but he was going to claim her whether or not it made sense.
Pepper’s voice slid in his mind, warm honey pouring into every empty, broken crack, filling him with warmth, with the knowledge that he wasn’t alone. His body reacted, coming alive, every cell humming, but not necessarily in a sexual way. Pepper was definitely stronger. He could feel the difference in her.
I’m not. Nonny would never allow us to leave two small babies in a place like that. This house is safe for them. We’re GhostWalkers. Maybe you haven’ heard the term, but we’re like you, no matter whether or not you think you’re the only flawed one. We’re all flawed, Pepper. Clearly you haven’ been around any of us.
We have to keep moving. It’s the only safe thing to do. These children can’t go to a school, or be around other children until they learn discipline.
There was no note of hope in her voice, but still, he felt it through their connection, probably a remnant of hope she didn’t even recognize she felt. She’d been utterly alone for a very long time with an overwhelming responsibility. The three children couldn’t be let loose on the world, not when they were teething. Not when they truly didn’t understand consequences.
First, that’s your trainin’ talkin’, sayin’ you got to keep movin’. They’ll expect that, he pointed out.
That’s the problem with the babies. They do understand, but they don’t have the discipline to stop themselves when they feel threatened. Pepper replied to his thoughts, not his words.
It wasn’t the first time she had responded to something in his mind – and he had a lot on his mind. Wyatt couldn’t help worrying about keeping the babies in his home, not that he was concerned they’d hurt Nonny. Very few creatures in the bayou would harm her. She had the “gift,” a miracle she’d passed down to her grandsons. Still, he had brothers and neighbors to think about, yet where else could they go?
In the bayou they could play and learn and have freedom to grow and thrive. They couldn’t be in a city or a place where neighbors were too close. They’d been engineered as soldiers with soldier’s instincts. Their games were bound to be… dangerous. Who better to raise them than Pepper and the GhostWalkers right there in the bayou? It all made perfect sense to him.
Moving them constantly won’ give them the security they need to feel, Pepper. You know that. If we clean out the hornet’s nest, which we’re goin’ to do no matter what, then the bayou will be safe for them. That’s my job. To make all of you safe.
Pepper’s heart fluttered. A small shiver crept down her spine. Such simplicity. Wyatt spoke as if he meant every word, and she was connected to him. In his mind. She could feel his resolution. As much as it terrified her to rely on or trust another human being, she knew this one wasn’t lying to her. She was there. In his head.
She was so tired of trying to figure out how to keep the children safe by herself. There were three of them. Most of the time she was just trying to stay alive with them. She didn’t know family. She didn’t do family. Wyatt was all about family. She couldn’t stop looking at his face as he interacted with Ginger.
He was beautiful. Truly beautiful. His bone structure. His dark, beautiful eyes surrounded by long lashes. All that thick, wavy hair. He was the most sensual man she’d ever seen, and she’d seen a lot of men. Her world had been mainly men. Very few women were brought in to work at the school or in the field with them.
She had the urge to sink her fingers into his hair and put her mouth to his – that mouth she couldn’t stop thinking about. For once in her life, she wanted to be kissed by someone who saw her. Saw past her looks and all the enhancements Braden had made to make her so alluring. She wanted to be seen. She had a feeling Wyatt Fontenot saw her.
Wyatt turned his attention back to the child. Ginger watched his face intently and then switched her gaze to Pepper, as if she knew they had been communicating telepathically. He knew there was always energy pushed into the air when there was any kind of movement, and psychic movement felt different. Most GhostWalkers knew when another used it.
He hadn’t felt energy coming off Pepper or the child. He was uncertain which of them, or maybe it was both of them, could shield their energy from other soldiers like he could. He held out his arms when he realized the baby was nervous.
“Come here, Ginger. Sit right between us. You can touch Pepper gently and give her a kiss if you want to. That will make her feel so much better. Can I look at your arm and make sure it’s healing properly?” The sight of her little arm bandaged sickened him.
Wyatt looked down at Pepper’s face, wanting to read her expression when the little girl came close. There was no fear at all, only love. Her eyes glowed softly, and her smile was warm. She looked almost transformed. He thought she was beautiful from the moment he’d laid eyes on her, but now, in spite of the harrowing night, her face, as she looked at the child, was more beautiful than ever.
Don’t tell her something that isn’t true. She’s been lied to her entire life.
Wyatt turned his head to look into Pepper’s violet eyes. There was no diamond starburst, only pain. His gut knotted. He didn’t like his woman being in pain. He might tell himself different, but he was going to claim her whether or not it made sense.
Pepper’s voice slid in his mind, warm honey pouring into every empty, broken crack, filling him with warmth, with the knowledge that he wasn’t alone. His body reacted, coming alive, every cell humming, but not necessarily in a sexual way. Pepper was definitely stronger. He could feel the difference in her.
I’m not. Nonny would never allow us to leave two small babies in a place like that. This house is safe for them. We’re GhostWalkers. Maybe you haven’ heard the term, but we’re like you, no matter whether or not you think you’re the only flawed one. We’re all flawed, Pepper. Clearly you haven’ been around any of us.
We have to keep moving. It’s the only safe thing to do. These children can’t go to a school, or be around other children until they learn discipline.
There was no note of hope in her voice, but still, he felt it through their connection, probably a remnant of hope she didn’t even recognize she felt. She’d been utterly alone for a very long time with an overwhelming responsibility. The three children couldn’t be let loose on the world, not when they were teething. Not when they truly didn’t understand consequences.
First, that’s your trainin’ talkin’, sayin’ you got to keep movin’. They’ll expect that, he pointed out.
That’s the problem with the babies. They do understand, but they don’t have the discipline to stop themselves when they feel threatened. Pepper replied to his thoughts, not his words.
It wasn’t the first time she had responded to something in his mind – and he had a lot on his mind. Wyatt couldn’t help worrying about keeping the babies in his home, not that he was concerned they’d hurt Nonny. Very few creatures in the bayou would harm her. She had the “gift,” a miracle she’d passed down to her grandsons. Still, he had brothers and neighbors to think about, yet where else could they go?
In the bayou they could play and learn and have freedom to grow and thrive. They couldn’t be in a city or a place where neighbors were too close. They’d been engineered as soldiers with soldier’s instincts. Their games were bound to be… dangerous. Who better to raise them than Pepper and the GhostWalkers right there in the bayou? It all made perfect sense to him.
Moving them constantly won’ give them the security they need to feel, Pepper. You know that. If we clean out the hornet’s nest, which we’re goin’ to do no matter what, then the bayou will be safe for them. That’s my job. To make all of you safe.
Pepper’s heart fluttered. A small shiver crept down her spine. Such simplicity. Wyatt spoke as if he meant every word, and she was connected to him. In his mind. She could feel his resolution. As much as it terrified her to rely on or trust another human being, she knew this one wasn’t lying to her. She was there. In his head.
She was so tired of trying to figure out how to keep the children safe by herself. There were three of them. Most of the time she was just trying to stay alive with them. She didn’t know family. She didn’t do family. Wyatt was all about family. She couldn’t stop looking at his face as he interacted with Ginger.
He was beautiful. Truly beautiful. His bone structure. His dark, beautiful eyes surrounded by long lashes. All that thick, wavy hair. He was the most sensual man she’d ever seen, and she’d seen a lot of men. Her world had been mainly men. Very few women were brought in to work at the school or in the field with them.
She had the urge to sink her fingers into his hair and put her mouth to his – that mouth she couldn’t stop thinking about. For once in her life, she wanted to be kissed by someone who saw her. Saw past her looks and all the enhancements Braden had made to make her so alluring. She wanted to be seen. She had a feeling Wyatt Fontenot saw her.
Wyatt turned his attention back to the child. Ginger watched his face intently and then switched her gaze to Pepper, as if she knew they had been communicating telepathically. He knew there was always energy pushed into the air when there was any kind of movement, and psychic movement felt different. Most GhostWalkers knew when another used it.
He hadn’t felt energy coming off Pepper or the child. He was uncertain which of them, or maybe it was both of them, could shield their energy from other soldiers like he could. He held out his arms when he realized the baby was nervous.
“Come here, Ginger. Sit right between us. You can touch Pepper gently and give her a kiss if you want to. That will make her feel so much better. Can I look at your arm and make sure it’s healing properly?” The sight of her little arm bandaged sickened him.
Wyatt looked down at Pepper’s face, wanting to read her expression when the little girl came close. There was no fear at all, only love. Her eyes glowed softly, and her smile was warm. She looked almost transformed. He thought she was beautiful from the moment he’d laid eyes on her, but now, in spite of the harrowing night, her face, as she looked at the child, was more beautiful than ever.
