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“Some were. At first, they all were.” She blew out a breath. “But then Perseus started thinking there wasn’t any such beast as a good supernatural. Hell, to them, the only good supernatural was a dead supernatural. Vamps, shifters—they needed to be put down. All of them.”
“You’re a supernatural.” Was that why they were trying to put her down, too? His gaze darted to the rearview mirror.
“I’m a human first. A human with a psychic skill. That means I’m a tool for them. Not good enough to ever invite over for dinner, but good enough to use. They like to use enhanced humans—Ignitors, charmers—my handler told me that sometimes monsters had to kill monsters.”
“Your handler?” Now they were getting someplace.
And that black SUV that had been following them for the last ten minutes was speeding up. He could see the other vehicle so well in the rearview mirror.
“My handler was a real sweetheart named Beth Parker. Human to the core, and a woman who got off on death more than anyone I’ve ever seen.” Disgust tinged her words. “She didn’t take so kindly to me wanting to leave the fold.”
“Oh?”
“So I made sure I gave her one hell of a kiss goodbye.” There was no missing her rage as Jana explained, “She was with those jerk scientists who held me at the end in New Orleans. Since I didn’t want to play ball with them anymore, they decided to cage me. Then when they couldn’t change my mind, they decided I was expendable.”
The SUV was getting closer. He started edging back up to ninety.
“They strapped me to a table and got ready to cut into my head. They thought the secret to the fire was in my brain. That something was wired differently. And that bitch Beth just stood there, watching, while I screamed.”
His own fury rose.
“I hadn’t attacked a human since my stepfather. I’d said I never would again…” Her words trailed off. “But I wasn’t dying on that table for them. Beth made it out of the flames, but she got the kiss of fire on her hand and face. She won’t ever forget me. I made sure of it.”
Well, damn. “You play hard, don’t you, baby?”
“I don’t play.”
The odometer trembled up to ninety-five, but that SUV was still gaining.
“They don’t play, either, Zane, and they sure as hell aren’t going to be opening the door and offering a welcoming smile to us when we get there.”
But the men who’d slammed into them with the big rig had wanted her alive. And the cop had wanted her alive, too.
It was fine to kill me, but they want her breathing.
That didn’t really make sense if they were just planning to kill her later on.
“Don’t worry about opening the door,” he responded. “I can manage that just fine?—”
The SUV rammed into their bumper, and the Ford lurched forward. The minivan in the right lane let out a long, desperate honk.
“Zane!”
He held tight to the wheel and floored the Ford. Unfortunately, flooring it meant that it only went about ten miles per hour faster.
The SUV hit them again.
Jana jerked around and stared behind them. Her breath rasped out. “They’ve already found us.”
He wasn’t sure they’d ever lost them.
The minivan plowed into Jana’s side, and she screamed.
What? The minivan? He hadn’t seen that one coming.
The minivan hit again. Metal groaned as the passenger-side door caved in. “Jana!”
She didn’t answer. He risked a fast glance at her. Her hair was a dark shield around her head and?—
