go anywhere.”
“No shit, Sherlock.” He ran the fingers of both hands through his hair.
“S—” He grabbed her, wrapping his arms tightly around her body as he
took them both to the ground. Lexi’s breath whooshed out of her on
impact with the hard pavement. Covering her body with his Alex rol ed her
over until she felt the immovable wall at her back. A large hand came up
to cup her head as he pressed her face against his rock-hard chest.
An earsplitting explosion made the ground beneath them shake. A hail of
debris rained down from the buildings around them. Though her ears rang
with the percussion, Lexi heard distant screams and the dul thunk-crash-
thud-bang of things falling around them, and while she braced for impact,
nothing touched her.
It wasn’t right that Alex was taking the brunt of it, but even if she’d
wanted to, Lexi couldn’t move. His steely grip on her was implacable.
It seemed like days before the noise subsided and things stopped crashing
around them. “Can’t b-breathe,” she managed, trying to liberate herself
from her squashed position between his body and the wall. “Of course
technical y I can breathe,” she had to clarify. “Since there’s no lack of
oxygen. You’re compressing my lungs making it hard to b—”
“Wait.” Her hand was pressed between their bodies and she felt the hard
thud of his heart in her palm. His breath felt hot against the top of her
head.
Wait? She was going to asphyxiate in about five sec—The next explosion
seemed to come from directly beneath them, buckling the ground like an
earthquake. Their bodies levitated as the noise slammed into them. A
double blow. Sound and motion.
Wrapped in Alex’s arms, his legs twined with hers, Lexi felt weightless. A
flash of white was the only indication that they’d teleported. But even
then, she wasn’t sure if that was Alex’s power or a burst of light from the
bombing of the Museum.
The fol owing silence was deafening, filled only with the persistent ringing
in her ears.
The men looked down as he and Lexi materialized in the safe house on
Taiwan. He gently released Lexi, who was clinging to him like a baby
marsupial, then jumped to his feet, holding out a hand to pul her up
beside him.
“Took you long enough,” Ginsberg muttered.
It only took seconds for Alex to ascertain that Lexi hadn’t been hurt.
Fortunately, he’d been able to erect a protective shield, which had
successfully deflected the falling debris caused by the explosions.
Unfortunately, he hadn’t been able to teleport when he’d needed to most.
What the hel was going on with him?
23
Night Shadow
He kept a supportive palm on her slender back until he was sure she was
steady on her feet.
“Report?” he asked Daklin, who was sitting at a wooden table with the
others. They all had monitors in front of them.
Kiersted held up a hand.
Alex glanced down at Lexi, her face was pale, her eyes dark. “Okay?”
“Of course.” She stepped away from his supporting hand. “Why wouldn’t I
be?” She crossed the small room to grab one of the empty chairs, then
keyed in her holographic keyboard.
“We have visual,” Kiersted pointed out as all six monitors bloomed to life.
Alex took the seat next to Lexi, and keyed in his own keyboard. They were
watching the security surveil ance recording. “Let’s work backward and
see what we can see.”
The explosion was fierce. Very impressive. It took out everything and
every one in a five-mile radius. The local police, the bomb disposal unit,
the medical teams, civilians, and press . . . all gone. Several hundred
auxiliary personnel annihilated in less than two minutes. “Daklin?”
“Working on it. High explosive. Chemical components, but predominantly
biological in makeup. A one-two-three punch. These bastards know what
they’re doing and damned if they aren’t doing it extremely wel .”
Alex didn’t even look up. “Don’t sound so