Phantom Game (GhostWalkers #18) Read Online Christine Feehan

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors: Series: GhostWalkers Series by Christine Feehan
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Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 146530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 733(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
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She could tell he was choosing his words carefully, trying not to dictate or use his naturally commanding voice.

“Whitney put that tattoo on you so he would always know where to find you. He’ll keep sending his supersoldiers after you. If you’re with a couple teams of GhostWalkers, they’ll still come at us, but we’ll have a much better chance of keeping them from taking you. And if they do, we’ll find you.”

“Now that I know he’s embedded some kind of satellite tracking in the tattoo, I’ll find a way to get rid of it, just the way I did the one he put in my hip,” she responded.

She didn’t believe for one single minute the GhostWalkers would risk their lives coming after her if she was taken. They might use her to try to find Whitney, but if they didn’t think she was with him, they wouldn’t come for her. She’d already seen Jonas’s reaction to her, and he was paired with her.

“Do you honestly think you can outrun him forever?”

“Nothing is forever, Jonas,” Camellia said. “I never thought I’d be free, but I have been. I’m not trading what I have for another kind of prison.”

“Do you think I’m in prison?”

“Only you can answer that question,” she countered. She was giving too much away. He knew she wasn’t going to stick around. She didn’t feel a threat from him, and so far, Middlemist Red hadn’t reacted as if she should be on alert, but then the plant might not. Camellia was in uncharted territory. Red would consider Jonas an ally. On their side. There was no way for Red to know that he was an enemy.

“I’m not in prison, Camellia,” he answered decisively. “You wouldn’t be either.”

“So, there isn’t a chain of command? You aren’t sent out on missions whenever someone deems it necessary for you to go? You just said to me, not even five minutes ago, that on more than one occasion, the mycelium beneath the ground warned you of danger, aiding you in saving your team.”

“I’m a GhostWalker, Camellia, a soldier. I have certain skills, and I use them in service for my country. You don’t have to do that if you don’t want to. That doesn’t mean you can’t live in the compound with us. Not all the women work with the teams. That’s where freedom of choice comes in. I told you, we don’t report our talents to everyone. We don’t always document them.”

She analyzed his voice. It seemed to ring with truth. Red didn’t protest, so she took him at his word. “Not even to Lily Whitney? You don’t tell her? Or her husband?”

“Ryland is the head of our team. Sometimes a talent might be useful to the team, if we can learn to control it, and we share. But that’s our choice, not a requirement. At this point, we have so many attributes suddenly emerging that we don’t always know what to do with them. We have to work on the talent for months to get it under control enough to be in any way useful. Sometimes whatever comes out is more of a hindrance, like rage or the need to hunt at inopportune times. It’s a balancing act all the time.”

Camellia didn’t want to feel for him, but she did. She knew Whitney wanted to make his soldiers as aggressive as possible, and he’d used many of the most violent and predatory species to enhance them. Everything from leopards and wolves to reptiles and raptors, whatever he thought might make them more efficient killers.

Later, Whitney had acknowledged his mistake in blending so many strains into some of the men. Fortunately, he hadn’t done it to all of them, but in the ones he had, the mixture had been lethal, and not just to their enemies. Jonas was one of the few still alive. That meant he was a well-kept secret, because otherwise, he would have been sent out on a suicide mission. Or simply terminated. That meant his team was intensely loyal to him. She was grateful for that and a bit surprised. The guards Whitney employed in the various bases and laboratories she had been taken to were not in the least bit loyal to one another.

Now that she had time to think without being so hurt by his reaction, she realized how difficult it must be for Jonas to live with the need for violence all the time. He had to be at war with himself. She hadn’t been enhanced the way he had been. Whitney had gone shockingly insane with his enhancements and admittedly went too far with his first team.

Camellia acknowledged to herself that she should have cut Jonas a little slack at his first reaction to the revelation that he had mycelium in his physical makeup. No one would ever conceive of such a possibility—that Whitney could even make it a reality. By doing so, he had connected Jonas to the underground network that ran beneath the forest, or anywhere mycelium guarded the trees and shrubbery above ground. Jonas was clearly sensitive enough to tap into that network without realizing it.


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