Free Breathing Fire (Heretic Daughters) by Rebecca K. Lilley Page B

shared a long look.   We had our reservations about Caleb. He was an ally, had even become a friend, but he was a concern.   There was so much we still didn’t know about him, about his abilities and his loyalties.   I could well understand his need to keep his own secrets;   we did the same rather zealously, but it was still a concern.   He had arrived with the first wave of the coming storm…
    I ended up sprawled out in the cramped back of Christian’s porsche, with Caleb at the wheel.   Luke, the submissive, was riding shotgun.   Apparently he’d volunteered to ride with us.   I wondered if he’d done it just to get a punishment from his girlfriend, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to ask.   He kept his face in profile to me.   He was shooting me worried glances from under his downcast lashes.   Such demure looks from such a large man were disconcerting to me.   I thought I had adapted well to this century, but perhaps I was a little sexist, after all.
    I gasped as a wave of raw, painful heat swept through me.   Not good .   I started gasping and shuddering involuntarily.   “What’s going on, Jillian?”   Caleb’s voice drifted at me as if from a distance.   I held on hard to consciousness.  
    “I don’t know, but I think I might be about to ruin Christian’s backseat,” I gasped out.  
    “What can I do?” Caleb asked, always practical.
    I could literally smell smoke coming off of my clothes.   I tried to answer him.   The world went black.

CHAPTER ELEVEN
    Dangerous Backup

    I came to lying on a hard slab of concrete.   I didn’t recognize my surroundings, but I knew immediately that I was in a cel.   There were no windows, and the lighting was dim, but I could see well enough to know the man looming in the doorway.   It was the only way in or out of the small room.
    A worried Luke rushed past the still form of Caleb, apparently oblivious of the danger.   He knelt by my head, a damp cloth in his hand.   He pressed the cloth to my head, a concerned look on his face.   Great.   My own hunky nursemaid.      
    “Where are we?” I asked Caleb.
    “Someplace safe.”   He shot Luke a cold look.   I saw that there was a fresh bruise on Luke’s cheek.   It hadn’t been there before I’d blacked out.   If I’d had to guess, I’d say he’d been bitch-slapped.   “Luke assures me he’ll reveal it’s location to no one.   I’ve assured him that he had better not, or I’ll teach him the true nature of pain.   Those little games he plays have done nothing to prepare him for the kinds of tortures I can devise.”
    Luke looked suitably scared.   He was nodding jerkily.   “I swear.”
    Caleb’s cold stare turned back to me.   His face was it’s usual expressionless mask, but I could feel something warmer under the surface.   Anger, maybe.   “It’s time for you to give me some answers, Jillian.”
    I sat up, fury almost blinding me as I felt the shackles on my wrists and ankles as I moved.   The bastard had taken full advantage at my first sign of weakness.   I gave Luke a murderous look when he moved to help me.   He backed off, head bowed.  
    I schooled my features into passivity, meeting Caleb’s cold gaze with my own.   My fury would not help me here.   I wanted to rip his head off, but I still needed his backup more, and I couldn’t fathom the extent of his betrayal just yet.   “So I’m your prisoner?   Care to explain what you’re doing, Caleb?”
      “What the fuck happened to you in that car?”
    I gave him a disgruntled look.   “I told you I don’t know what that was about in the car.   I’ve been having…episodes.   I can’t explain them.”
    He set his hands on his hips.   No, that was wrong.   He had them resting on the hilts of two guns riding his hips.   “You’re going to give me answers, Jillian.   I’ve been kept in the dark for far too long where you and your sister are concerned.   I have a real problem with