'And yet, to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays.'
16th century play, the small purple book on my nightstand.
- Telepathic message from Hailey to James
"Try again. Use these images as a lock, then use Hailey for a facial lock to return."
Hailey leaned back against the tree in the orchard as she watched James give Vasic and Abbot a curt nod before inhaling. James had repeated the same exercise over and over again for the past three days.
The morning after her heartbreaking conversation with James, the three of them had started training and they'd been going at it for hours a day.
She never expected him to try and use his teleportation skills this much this fast, but James had told her it had been akin to training muscles you barely used; they'll handle the strain although it takes effort.
Hailey was extremely proud of James for opening himself up. Asking for help meant he had to be vulnerable, something she knew was immensely difficult for a man who always handled everything by himself. Yet training with Abbot and Vasic had proved easier for him than she'd expected. Maybe it was because their missions often required him to be dependent of others. Maybe it was because the other men were as serious as he was. Either way, it felt good watching him interact with others, though he'd shrugged it off and told her he'd do the same for his fellow Arrows.
Not fooled by his cool words, Hailey watched the air around James shimmer. His body became an unfocused blur and after several seconds, he was gone. Abbot followed him moments later.
A smile appeared on her face as she pushed herself up and walked over to Vasic. "He's not as fast as you are, but then again, I don't think anybody is," she said.
Vasic shook his head. "Krychek is the only one I've met that's able to teleport without any form of lag. Other teleport capable Tk's all have the disadvantage where the delay lasts several seconds before they can 'port."
Hailey tilted her head a little. "Does it always require this much energy for them?" She thought about the amounts of food James had inhaled over the past couple of days. After the first day she'd decided to carry around a backpack filled with nutrition bars and fortified water for him to replenish his reserves–much like he'd done for her during their training. Besides that, she'd learned he needed at least six continuous hours of sleep to recover.
This morning she'd decided to sneak out of bed early and make pancakes. He'd eaten eight. Smiling at the memory, Hailey listened to Vasic.
"Yes, mainly because it's not their primary ability. Though, James is able to 'port more than Abbot or Judd, his range is shorter. He can travel longer distances but won't be able to do it as often as shorter-range 'ports." He looked down at the clear display of his watch. A small hologram appeared, showing the amount of time James had been gone. "For me it's the other way around. Teleporting causes less loss of energy than using my telekinesis."
Hailey nodded and reached inside her bag to take out a bottle of fortified water. An instant later, the air next to them shimmered, and James appeared. His hair was stuck to his temple and he wiped sweat from his forehead.
"You're getting faster," Vasic said as Abbot appeared next to them.
James inclined his head. "I think it's because I've done it before as a child." The corner of his mouth curled in a sideways smile as he looked at his second in command. "Though I can't say I've ever teleported to ten different locations within…" He glanced over to the hologram on Vasic' watch. "…fifty-six point three seconds."
"You would benefit from more training, since you still require two to five seconds before you start the travel," Abbot said.
Hailey scowled at them. "Not today. You've been practicing since this morning. It's getting dark now." She handed him a bottle of water. "I think it's safe to say you've improved enough to stop for the day." She crossed her arms in front of her chest and narrowed her eyes when Abbot shot Vasic a look.
Are all women like this? Abbot asked while including James in the telepathic conversation with Vasic. I thought Jaya and Ivy were gentle when I first met them. That was a grave miscalculation on my end.
Abbot's deadpan comment made Vasic smile a little in return. They care. We need them to care, Vasic said.
James thought about that comment while gulping down the water. Even though Hailey wasn't an empath, her love was a fierce thing, the light of her blazing through life with an intensity that was akin to a hurricane. Wild, with a stubborn tenaciousness she directed to him on a daily basis. He wouldn't have it any other way.
Hailey almost killed me once and has threatened to kill me multiple times, James now said. That's how I know she belongs to me.
Abbot's eyes widened a fraction as he looked at James. You're implying they show their affection by threatening and commanding us?
James wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his lips twitching. Yes. Emotions are confusing and women can be most irrational about them.
Vasic arched his brow. While you are being most rational about your security measures after your visions.
James didn't respond to the comment. He understood the subtlety of Vasic' words, where before, he would have missed the hidden context. Vasic was needling him, but James was also very aware that Vasic would have taken the same protective measures for Ivy if she'd been in danger.
Hailey made a small, frustrated noise when Abbot's eyes glimmered in humor at Vasic' taunt. "You guys are rude and stupid," she muttered as she tugged the bottle out of his hand and tossed it in her bag after tightly screwing the lid on top. "Can we go home now?"
James shook his head. "Not yet. I want to try one more thing."
She rolled her eyes at him. "You're insane if you think I'll let you have another go."
James felt warmth in his chest expand at her protectiveness. Yes, she truly belonged to him.
It seems my presumptuous mate has forgotten the fact that we're connected, she telepathically added. I don't have a problem with you training, but I can tell you're tired.
James frowned a little. He'd indeed forgotten the fact that she'd be able to sense his fatigue through their connection.
Her beautiful eyes narrowed, jade and gold sparking, framed by dark eyelashes. Arrogant man. How on earth is it possible you didn't kill yourself due to over exhaustion before we met?
James could tell by her snarky tone they would be having a conversation about this in the near future. Oddly, he was looking forward to it.
"You know what? Next time I'm bringing Zaira." Hailey smirked at him. "She'll be able to kick your ass if you have more stupid ideas."
She arched her eyebrow when Abbot shot him a look. It's fascinating how angry they can get.
Vasic coughed.
James stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her, hiding his smile by nuzzling her hair. His possessive, protective Siren..
"Hold on," he whispered in her ear. He gave Abbot and Vasic a curt nod. Same time tomorrow?
The men confirmed James' question before he closed his eyes and concentrated on the image in his mind.
Hailey gasped as the air around them shimmered. Three heartbeats later, they were standing in front of her bed inside her apartment. Eyes big, she looked at James. He was breathing heavily but his eyes sparked.
Unable to chastise him while she could feel his happiness–smug happiness, that was–burn though their connection, she cupped his face and brushed her lips over his. "Go shower. I'll get you something to eat."
When she would have stepped back, he pulled her closer and kissed her again. Hailey grabbed hold of his sweat-damp hair and deepened the kiss, licking out her tongue against his. His hands slid from her back down to her butt, and he squeezed the luscious flesh. Hailey jerked and smiled against his lips.
No, pretty man. She softly bit his lower lip. Shower, then eat, then sleep.
"Abbot was right," James' dark voice a murmur that made her nipples tighten. "You women bring us all down to our knees with your persistent personalities and sharp tongues."
"Ha!" Hailey pushed herself out of his hold, ushering him towards the bathroom. "Jaya is even more gentle than Ivy is."
James hauled her in for another deep kiss. "Do you truly believe she remains gentle when Abbot returns home, close to flaming out after days of being on a mission?"
Hailey pursed her lips at that thought while her hands skated down his torso. "I guess he probably deserves it then." She grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and pulled the piece of clothing over his head. With a quick movement James helped her. Sighing, she traced the lines of his collarbones and pressed a kiss onto his chest. "Go shower, before I forget you're too tired and devour you."
His hand fisted in her hair and he pressed her against the wall, his body solid muscle against her soft curves. I'm not that tired, he said as he kissed the upper slope of her breast. Hailey's hands slid from his shoulders down to his cargo pants. She opened the button and the zipper and crouched down to kiss his muscular thigh while untying the laces of his boots. The taste of salt and James almost made her moan. His hand clenched in her hair when she kissed and licked his other thigh, while continuing undressing him.
A small rumble appeared from his throat when she threw his boots, socks and pants out of the way. She kneeled and stroked her hands over his back while kissing his hipbone. She looked up and saw his head arched back. After licking and kissing along the line of his boxer briefs, she stood up.
"Now," she said huskily, "go take your shower."
She laughed when he bit her earlobe but loved him even more for listening to her after pressing his lips onto hers for one more possessive kiss. He needed to rest first. But perhaps you can coax him into debauchery another time.
Grinning deeply at that thought, Hailey went to prepare a nutritional meal for her Arrow.
Just before midnight, James woke. He handed Hailey a leather-synth jacket made of laser proof material to wear as they went for a walk. Hailey had decided to take James to a trendy fusion bistro/ice cream parlor that was open twenty-four hours, and James had mobilized the team securing her.
His eyes widened a fraction when they reached their destination. Then he shot her a look.
I'm uncertain I'll be able to maintain my focus here.
Hailey's grin was wide when she followed his gaze back to the small restaurant. Named 'Uni Vibes', the space looked like a unicorn had barfed all over the inside. Bright neon rainbow colors were splattered over the high stools, small tables and chairs, walls, floor and ceiling.
The kids from school had told Hailey the owner was a Russian pony changeling, who made sure at least one changeling in animal form strode around the parlor with rainbow-painted mane and a gold horn attached to their head. The rest of the waiting staff wore rainbow-sequined aprons and small golden crowns. It was an insane but popular tourist attraction. Aside from that, the food served was a-ma-zing.
"Everything they serve either has sprinkles, sparkles or a unicorn on top of it," her voice delighted as she looked up at James again. His features softened a little and he brushed his knuckles over her cheek.
No more distracting me, his dark voice reflecting in the walls of her mind.
Hailey tipped her head sideways, aware that this was difficult for him, even if there were a lot of Arrows on site to keep her safe. "I'm getting you a Uni-Wich," she said while tapping her fingers to her lips in thought, "and I'm going for the Sparkle Shake."
If James hadn't known any better he would've sworn Hailey was playing with him, but her perfectly serious face made it clear the ridiculous items she wanted to order were, in fact, food.
They sat down at a small table in the back where Hailey selected their food on a digital menu and made a sweeping hand gesture to send the order through.
Am I imagining it, or is that an actual unicorn?
Hailey's dazzling smile was enough of an answer. "It's marvelous, right?" She drew a pensive face. "We should go to the drive-in theater one day. They have amazing service. You can select your meal while watching the movie, and changeling falcons and sparrows bring you dinner."
His eyebrow slightly arched as he scanned the parlor for possible threats. It was an odd thing to do, to wait for an attack in such a colorful, buzzing space. "Why is your idea of a date always linked to food?"
"Because," she scrunched her nose, "food is culture, and culture is art."
James thought about her words. He'd never considered food for any other purpose than to refuel, but he now understood eating with Hailey equaled eating in comfortable company, enjoying not only the meal but her presence. He had little knowledge of art and culture, but Hailey did. She'd show him, enrich his life with new experiences… like eating rainbow-colored food.
She quickly looked over her shoulder before turning to him again, and James noted her shoulders were slightly stiff. Even though Hailey was attempting to make this date as normal-seeming as possible, she, too, was aware of the underlying threat. James psychically checked in with the other Arrows who had followed them and were standing watch.
"I wanted to take you to a bar where performers do spoken word poetry," his beautiful mate now said, "but since the location is mostly dark, I figured it wouldn't be a good idea. Aside from that, you needed to eat."
James shook his head. We have high tech binoculars with night vision, he informed her, but I don't believe I'd be able to appreciate the performers' efforts… or understand a single thing they're saying. Easy conversation didn't come naturally to him and was hard enough to decipher, let alone when the true meaning of words would be masked with the verbal variety of trinkets.
Hailey's head tilted a little to the right. You're selling yourself short. I think that would depend entirely on the metaphor. Sparks of gold dancing on a warm brown background. What if I'd say I'd like to polish your gun and lick your pistol clean? she purred within his mind.
A husky laugh at his stunned silence.
James shook his head in open disbelief, dazed by the erotic suggestion of her words. "You're too dangerous to be set free into the world. Perhaps I'll arrange constant supervision after this is over, to make sure you don't blow people's minds with your verbal intelligence."
She took the easy opening. "I only want to blow the mind of one person in particular," she teased, "so please, supervise me all you like. I'll make it worth your while."
On the verge of eagerly accepting her scandalous offer–because being seduced by Hailey was anything but hardship and he had no resistance when it came to her in the first place,–James' attention was drawn by a server moving their way.
He stared at the plate that was placed in front of him by a young female with colorful glitter on her temples. There were two slices of bread covered with a spread in pastel rainbow colors, a unicorn-shaped stencil of glittering icing sugar on top.
He glared at Hailey's sparkling eyes. "I can't eat this."
She took a sip from her equally colorful milkshake, the mason jar in which the concoction was poured topped with a pink donut, whipped cream with sprinkles, and two sticks with what appeared to be prancing unicorns.
"No one is going to poison you." She picked up one of the sandwiches and took a bite for good measure. "See?"
He reluctantly took the slice of bread from her before tasting what could very well be his last meal. A frown appeared on his face.
Hailey smiled brightly. "It's designed for Psy," she explained as she gestured towards the menu. "They've used the nutrient spread and added only a little flavor. They've done it with all Psy food items. You can even buy unicorn-shaped nutrient bars and rainbow-colored nutrient mix. Those ponies are quite clever," she said in open approval.
James took another bite and found that Hailey was right. The rainbow spread was slightly sweeter than the spread he was used to eating, still it was nowhere near as sweet as Hailey's drink when she coaxed him into trying a sip.
"The children would love it," she said, longing in her voice as she stirred her milkshake with the straw. "I should ask Zaira if she can help me figure out the logistics. Maybe we can teleport it the valley. It would be wonderful to watch their faces when they see all this crazy food."
Sir. Two individuals show signs of interest. Possible threat localized.
James was immediately on high alert as he scanned the parlor again, to see two tall, blond women who had just stepped inside and were staring at Hailey. He noticed Hailey had gone motionless and was watching him intently.
Two Arrows on Hailey's security team–dressed in civilian clothing–stepped inside the parlor and sat down on the high stools in front of the windows next to the entrance. They tapped on the menu and ordered something before briefly making eye contact. The females had moved in the meantime and seated themselves at a small table near the front of the parlor. They spoke and simultaneously looked in Hailey's direction.
James focused his attention to Hailey again, who had fisted her hands on top of the table and waited quietly. He answered her silent question. Six o'clock, two females.
She inhaled quietly and moved to thrust her hand through her hair as she looked over her shoulder. Then she snorted and shook her head, eyes streaked with jade and gold. "They're not looking at me, love." She took a sip from her drink and arched her eyebrow. They're watching you, my sweet and handsome Arrow.
James tested Hailey's hypotheses by breaking protocol and looking directly at the two women who were seated several yards away. They both blushed and quickly averted their gazes.
He closed his eyes for a brief moment. The entire plan was for Hailey and him to be inconspicuous, just a couple doing regular things together so they could lure the attackers out of hiding. The fact that he was drawing attention–even though he was dressed in civilian clothes–was most unwelcome. He considered how to solve that problem while telepathically updating the team.
Apparently, Hailey had already found a solution to his problem. She stood up, placed her hands flat on the table and leaned forward to kiss him. She tasted sweet and tempting and wild. He cupped her jaw while remaining alert, not making the same mistake as he'd done at the bar, where he'd been too caught up in Hailey to take note of his surroundings. This time her life was at stake. She'd forgive him his absent behavior.
Mine, her telepathic voice a roar as she nipped his lower lip before sitting down again. She looked over her shoulder at the two blondes who were sulking a little and shot him a wide grin. "Now, stop flirting and finish your food. Perhaps I'll give you desert when we get back."
Two days and two tense dates later, there was still no sight of the attackers. On their second pretend-date, James and she had gone for a run together late in the evening, after which they'd sat in Central Park. At one point, the security team had noticed a young man taking pictures of them and had immediately chased the man when he ran from the site.
It had ended with a sizzle.
The man had taken pictures because he'd recognized James; he'd almost fallen victim to one of the Psy who'd been affected by the outbursts of insanity in the Net, but James had saved him. Since he knew James was an Arrow, he wanted to take pictures to sell to the PsyNet Beacon and hoped it would net him a large profit, considering the masses' curiosity for the lethal yet intriguing Arrow Squad. Needless to say, the security team had confiscated the man's digital devices and had done an extensive background check before giving the 'all clear'.
The man had gotten off with a warning that had left him sheet-white and shaking. Hailey felt a little sorry for him but was also pissed that people wanted to exploit James–and the other Arrows–in such a fashion, after all the Squad had done for them.
Surprisingly, James had been the more levelheaded one about the situation. He told her he didn't mind if the whole world knew that she was his, preferably after the threat on her life was averted. Then he'd asked her if she'd already planned anything for their next date so he could brief the team.
Hailey had rolled with her eyes and told him she wanted to go to an open-air jazz bar, not the least bit eager to appear on the cover of some trashy tabloid.
Wild woman magazine, however…
Still. No.
Their date at the jazz bar had been relatively quiet, and no suspicious movements had been observed by James or the team.
Even though Hailey wasn't looking forward to the visions coming into play, the wait was agonizing. She occupied herself during the days by learning how to shield herself from telepathic invasion–which, to her displeasure, required extensive meditating–and visited Morgan, who was looking more and more like his old self again. He was learning how to shield himself as well, and they were able to exchange some techniques before he had to rest.
James had found a more productive way to spend his time. Hailey's apartment had been redecorated four times over by use of his new skills. It had started with small things, like teleporting the dishes or garbage. After a few hours that apparently became boring, and James had started teleporting bigger objects and objects that were further away.
They had discovered Hailey didn't suffer from the nauseating aftereffects when it was James who'd teleport her. James had theorized it was because of their connection. Hailey didn't care much about how or why; she was just happy this was something else they could share. And perhaps, when James had honed his new-but-old skill, she'd be able to learn as well.
For now, she had to deal with James developing his strength. And truth be told, he was kind of creative about it. This morning Hailey had woken on the sofa, which wasn't all that bad. Except for the fact that the sofa now stood on the rooftop of her apartment building. Hailey hadn't been able to pull off an angry face when James had smiled at her and teleported her to the table and two chairs–which he'd also transferred to the roof. He'd then teleported an extensive breakfast with all her favorite items and they'd eaten on the rooftop in the morning sun, discussing their plans for the night.
She loved the fact that he was using his time both to gain control over his ability but also for play. At times, she could feel weight of the visions pulling him under and darkening his moods. Hailey tried her best to sooth the storm inside of him, but the stress was getting to her as well.
The team that was tracing Psy through the Net hadn't had any success. After questioning several Psy, it turned out most of them were either in need of help from the Empathic Collective or just wanted to remain as Silent as possible in the new world.
In the meantime, James and his unit were still on high alert. They were following her every move, which made her feel a little antsy, but she figured she might as well use the opportunity to get to know some of the Arrows better.
When Hailey went out to the bookstore after a lunch date with Aiseline and another ex-colleague–James had teleported to the valley for a staff meeting, after which he'd continue his teleport-training–she noticed a slender young woman standing near the entrance. After paying for a book on physical intimacy, Hailey stuffed her purchase in her backpack and walked over to the Arrow on duty.
"Hi," she extended her hand. "We've never been properly introduced but I've seen you hang out near my building a couple of times."
The woman's sleek, light blond hair moved in an almost fluid motion when she looked down at Hailey's hand. She hesitantly extended her own hand and curtly shook, her grasp firm. "Aurelia Sera."
The corners of Hailey's mouth tugged. "I'm Hailey, but you probably already knew that."
Aurelia observed her quietly without responding. Hailey bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from smiling. Aurelia's voice hadn't been flat, but bright. Hailey wondered if she could make the other woman speak a little more, curious about the life of a young woman in the Arrow Squad. "I wanted to go to one of the department stores down the street. Do you want to join me?"
It took several moments before Aurelia responded. "I'm unsure if that would be wise."
Hailey tilted her head sideways. "I know you're on duty but it might be less conspicuous if you come along. We'll just look like two women shopping." She smiled. "That'll hardly turn any heads, and you can keep me company."
Aurelia didn't speak during the walk to the department store, still, Hailey picked up some things about the young woman. She walked with confident strides, rocking her ripped jeans and studded black jacket. Her movements didn't look stiff, didn't look… Psy.
And what's up with those Arrows and their leather-synth jackets? They could start their own jet cycle gang…
Though, Hailey had to admit, she really liked the one James had gifted her.
While browsing some items on sale, Hailey looked up at Aurelia. "Do you like being on security detail?"
The other woman met Hailey's gaze while running her fingers over the material of a dark blue top. "I've been assigned by James. He hand-picked the team."
Hailey pursed her lips. "It must be kind of boring, standing and waiting all day for something to happen." By now, Hailey was getting bored with the situation a little as well.
"It's my job," the Arrow across from her said.
Hailey gave a rueful smile. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to insult you. I just figured that you guys are likely used to a little more action." She held up a silky red top. "This would look lovely on you."
Aurelia stared at the garment. "It would draw too much attention." She held up a black top of the same material.
Hailey shook her head. "At least pick a color." She hung the red top back and continued looking at the clothes on the rack while waiting for an answer.
"I prefer security duty over my previous position."
Again, Hailey bit back a smile. "What could possibly be less exciting than what you're currently assigned to do?"
When Aurelia didn't respond after several moments, Hailey walked over to another rack of clothing. She reminded herself that it had taken time for James to warm up to her as well. Not everybody would be able to speak as freely as Isobel, who had the advantage in social situations because of her E-abilities.
"I was an interrogator."
Hailey jerked at the layers of emotion contained in that statement. James had told her about anti-interrogation training. If that part of Arrow training had been the most brutal according to her tough-as-nails soldier, it was telling. The fact that Aurelia had to dish out the techniques used in training was probably as scarring as undergoing the torture herself.
Shrill screams echoi–
No.
Hailey clenched her fists and inhaled. Aurelia wasn't a monster. Not like Gordon. She was just a young woman trying to live her life; James would have never picked her for the team if there was reason to doubt Aurelia's loyalty.
After taking a few deep breaths, she met the striking amber of Aurelia's eyes. "I'm sorry," she said quietly. "I didn't mean to push."
Aurelia shook her head. "You didn't." She held up an aubergine-colored tube top.
Hailey's heart clenched as she was once again reminded of the terrible life these Arrows have had. They needed color and art and music in their lives. They had value aside from their abilities and training. They mattered.
She hid her sadness behind a bright smile. "Yes. Definitely that one."
Sweaty and tired, James teleported to Hailey's apartment after another day of honing his teleportation skills. Twilight was fading as darkness fell over New York, a warm summer's night approaching, the lights of the city as radiant as its inhabitant.
He'd cut his training session short, not wanting to leave Hailey alone when he knew she was uncomfortable at nighttime. The residual fear from her encounter with Gordon wasn't something he could magically take away from her, but she never seemed to have nightmares when he was around. Her unadulterated trust in him proved stronger than her trauma, and he'd make sure he was worthy of that trust.
Hailey had decided to visit Shane and Morgan in the hospital today, after which she'd had a lunch date with two former co-workers. James had received updates from the protection unit throughout the day. It had included a surprising report about her and Aurelia going on a shopping spree, the image one that had made him want to smile; Hailey was once again doing a stellar job breaking through the foundations of those around her.
Although the reports had put his mind somewhat at ease, James felt more content now he was back at her apartment, his body relaxing in a way it only did in Hailey's presence. He didn't want to crowd her, knew she wouldn't appreciate him 'bodyguarding her around', as she would say it, but she was his and he wanted to keep her safe.
James called out her name over the soft music playing through the apartment when he didn't find her in the living room and moved to the bedroom after she replied.
"Jesus," was all he managed to say when he saw Hailey standing next to the bed. The space bathed in a soft, yellow glow from the holo-tealights she'd placed all over the room. To his knowledge, he had never cursed before, hadn't known how… It seemed Hailey's bad influence wasn't limited to his control but also affected his vocabulary.
Yes, she's definitely doing a stellar job affecting those around her, he thought.
His mouth went dry when she walked over, her skin shimmering gold in the soft light, her hair falling in exuberant waves over her shoulders and down her back, her stride seductive and her smile inviting. "Welcome home, Mister Addison," she said huskily before rising on tiptoe and placing a soft kiss on his cheek, her hands braced on his chest.
Home. Yes, wherever she was, was his home.
"I've been waiting for you." The promises in those words threatened to make his Tk burst out, but James sucked in a deep breath and maintained control as best as he could.
He took one of Hailey's hands and stepped back so she could twirl around, giving him the opportunity to drink in every inch of her enticing body, caramel flushed with pink, clad only in the lingerie set he'd gifted her and a pair of knee-high boots with killer heels. Somewhere in the back of his mind James wondered how she was even able to balance on those impractical shoes, but the thought evaporated immediately when he saw what those heels did for her lower curves. Barely, barely, keeping it together, he turned Hailey with her back towards him, giving himself a little more time to run his eyes over her luscious body, her voluptuous cleavage in his direct line of sight when he looked down.
I hope you like my surprise. It was a soft telepathic whisper, the sound of her voice making him want to curse again. She looked over her shoulder and ran the tips of her fingers over her arm in a quintessentially feminine move, and it felt like she was touching him rather than herself.
James then realized Hailey was trying to make him feel better, trying to take his mind off the restlessness that hadn't settled ever since the visions started. The fact that she was fighting the darkness that was on the horizon–battling the darkness inside him–only made him want her more.
I hope you'll surprise me more often, he replied to the woman who understood him, who accepted his shadows and encased them in light.
He brushed her hair from her shoulder. "Sing a song for me, Miss Logan," he murmured in her ear.
"What would you like to hear?" Soft and filled with sensuality, her voice wrapped around him like a caress, making his body shudder and his erection pulse.
He pressed his lips to her nape. Something befitting of my mood, he requested as he brushed one finger across her spine.
Hailey shivered and began singing a song so obscene; the poetic lyrics were unable to create the suggestion of anything other than tangled limbs slick with sweat, feverish kisses and carnal pleasure.
James' lips kicked up when her voice turned raspy as he slid his hands around her waist and cupped her breasts, the mounds heavy and perfectly proportioned for his hands, like she was made for him, and him alone. She kept on singing softly, her body impatiently rubbing up against his, her hands squeezing his thighs possessively.
That night he unwrapped the lace from her body, gave her pleasure and took his fill as he sank into her, owned her like she owned him. Hailey surrendered to him in ecstasy while claiming him on the most primal, intimate level.
Her words still circled his mind as she slept in his arms an hour later. I love you, James, all of you. You're mine.
Morgan was released from the hospital three days later. His recovery had been a swift one, due to the Forgotten telepath teaching Morgan shielding techniques. The telepath would still be staying at Shane's house for a couple of days, until it was certain Morgan could control his ability without external shielding around the clock.
Since it was also the night of the summer gala, Shane had decided to invite friends over so Morgan could enjoy their company for a little while before they went off to the actual event.
After calling Aiseline and telling her they'd meet at the dance–which had made Aiseline yell so loud, Hailey still heard a ringing noise in her ear an hour later–she quickly showered. James was on the rooftop of her apartment discussing the protection detail for tonight and would join her for both events.
Feeling fresh and clean, Hailey put on some music and started dressing. After sliding into her beautiful new emerald-colored gown, Hailey secured the top half of her hair with a few pins and applied some makeup to enhance her eyes.
When she looked into the mirror, she smiled at her reflection. Her brown eyes sparked with jade and gold, her cheeks covered with a light blush and her skin was radiant. She hadn't looked or felt this good in months. And it was all because of her Arrow.
He was the one who'd helped her control her ability, and even though she wasn't close to full control yet, her newfound focus gave her confidence. Besides that, James always looked at her as if she was some precious jewel, someone to be cherished. She loved the intensity of him, loved to challenge him, loved the depth of his feelings for her she could sense through their connection.
Hailey winked at her reflection and turned around to put on some simple but high black pumps. Aiseline would be proud.
She picked a pair of delicate gold earrings consisting of small leaves secured with tiny hoops, matching the shackle detail of her dress.
Singing along loudly to a rock song, Hailey walked towards the kitchen to drink a glass of water. She took a glass out of the cabinet, filled it and put the cold liquid to her lips.
A rustling noise sounded behind her.
She placed the glass on the counter and slowly turned around. Sucking in a breath, her gaze met blazing azure blue irises ringed with midnight Prussian.
James had teleported in and looked absolutely gorgeous. He was wearing a tailored black on black suit, enhancing his athletic build and tall frame. It gave him a sophisticated elegance, her badass soldier, looking like he'd just stepped out of a classy men's catalogue–if you disregarded the lethal focus in his eyes and the danger that circled him like perfume. The fact that he still wore his combat boots made the look even sexier, an unintended fashion statement that added to the dark beauty of him.
Dear God… where did he even find a suit that fits him like a second skin?
Hailey's mouth watered at the sight of him. All she wanted to do is strip him slowly and kiss every inch of his perfect body.
"How am I supposed to steal the show at the gala when you look that good?" Hailey pulled a face and walked towards him to kiss him. "You're going to give people a heart attack with your lethal beauty."
James bent forward a little–her high heels making up for some of their height difference–and held her nape, kissing her deeply and possessively. "I don't think that will be our main problem," he said before he ran his teeth over her lower lip. Hailey shuddered, grabbed hold of the lapels of his jacket.
How so? she asked as she pressed her body against his and deeply inhaled his scent.
He brushed his knuckles over her cheek and cupped her jaw. I'm not sure if I can let you go.
Hailey frowned and met his gaze, disappointment darkening her mood. She really, really wanted to see her friends, her co-workers and the children again, but if James now decided it was too much of a risk, she'd listen to him.
Even though they'd gone out a couple of times at night, there would be a lot more people at the gala than at the sites they'd visited during their dates, therefore creating more difficulty in guarding her from threats.
"Why not?"
James' eyes softened at her quiet question. "Because," he brushed his thumb over her lower lip, "I'm not sure I won't break the legs of every man who dares to lay eyes on you."
Snorting, Hailey pushed at his chest. "You're terrible!" she exclaimed. "I thought you were going to tell me we couldn't go because of security reasons." Her lips quirked. "But that's a very creative way of telling me I look nice. Thank you."
James pulled her close for another kiss, hard and hot. Hailey was breathless by the time he pulled back. "The word 'nice' is inadequate." He rested his forehead against hers. Alluring. Unique. Captivating.
Hailey shivered at his deep, dark voice inside her mind. The beautiful words he used to describe her with made her heartbeat flutter and butterflies race in her stomach. She kissed him and it was electric, jolts of passion and fire shooting through their connection when she laved her tongue against his.
"My handsome Arrow," she whispered against his lips.
He pulled back and brushed a loose tendril of hair behind her ear. My beautiful Siren.
Hailey smiled deeply at his affectionate nickname. I like that you compare me with creatures that cause the downfall of men.
James took her hand and pulled her along towards the front door. "Yes, you've done a stellar job corrupting me."
Hailey laughed as she grabbed her purse and a bag with a gift for Morgan. She thought he'd appreciate the colorful custom sneakers she'd bought at the small shop across from her apartment. Glancing at the card she'd added, she felt happiness crash through her. New shoes for a new path to walk.
Smiling, Hailey hooked her arm through James' and leaned into him as they walked towards the elevator. "What's the plan for tonight?"
The elevator made a pinging sound before the doors opened and they stepped inside. "Two Arrows will stay here," he said as the doors closed and the elevator started moving towards the basement. "The others are doing a security sweep at the school and at Shane's house."
Hailey arched her eyebrow and tipped up her head to look at James' handsome face. "Only a sweep?"
He inclined his head. "Yes. They'll leave when I arrive but will be back for another sweep every fifteen minutes."
Hailey nodded. She could live with that. The elevator doors opened, and they walked towards James' car. He drove them towards Shane's house just outside of town.
"You haven't had any other precognitions or knowings?" Hailey asked during the ride.
James shook his head when he stopped the car in front of a traffic light. "No. I already tried to trigger another vision but it's difficult to summon them because of my low-Gradient foresight." He continued driving when the traffic light turned green. "I've asked for a favor from the NightStar foreseers."
Hailey's eyebrows rose. "You did? Isn't it really expensive to use NightStar's services?"
James inclined his head. "Yes, but that isn't an issue." He shot her a look. "Arrows do get salary; we just rarely spend it."
Hailey didn't want to think of James' bank account if he was able to pay for a service like foreseeing. She shook her head and watched the traffic soar past, the skyscrapers of the city glowing silhouettes against the starless sky. "Would milord be so kind as to elaborate on the subject?"
She felt a pinching sensation in her butt and squealed. Shooting James a faux death stare, she rubbed over the area where he'd used his Tk on her. The corners of his mouth twitched as he stared at the road. "My biological mother is a NightStar foreseer."
Hailey tilted her head to the side. "I didn't know that."
James shrugged a little. "I've only visited her twice before, when I was a boy. Though my father had custodial rights, there was a clause in the contract stating if I'd ever grow into my F-ability, the custodial arrangements would be revised. Foreseers need specialized training in order to harness the ability." He shot her a quick glance before continuing. "Every two years, I'd go to see her for a week to test the ability and assess my skills." Which meant he'd only seen his mother for two weeks in total before he'd been claimed for the Squad.
"I never had reason to contact her before." Because, Hailey thought as she read between the lines, that wouldn't have been permitted during Arrow training. Aside from that, they were practically strangers. But, if she'd had the opportunity, she'd be eager as hell to meet up the person who'd provided half of her DNA.
"What if you had been a powerful F?" Hailey asked in open curiosity.
James' face didn't betray anything. Neither could she sense anything through their connection as he replied to her question. "My mother would have gotten the bulk of the custodial rights and I would have been raised by the NightStar clan." He looked into the rearview mirror before overtaking a bus. "But my foresight is only 3.4 on the Gradient; my Tk is 9.8."
Hailey's eyebrows knitted together at James' clinical description. He sounded kind of uncaring about the idea that his life could have been so immensely different. Even though he'd told her he didn't regret the way his life had turned out, Hailey highly doubted if he would favor Arrow training under the Silence Protocol over being raised by the NightStar group. As far as she'd heard, NightStar's patriarch, Anthony Kyriakus, took very good care of his family.
"What was it like?" she asked as she drank in the sight of him, the deadly and beautiful man who held her heart in his big hands.
James' eyebrows furrowed a little. "She told me she wasn't able to trigger a vision either. She tried, but she's only a Gradient 5.6 foreseer–her main ability is backsight."
Hailey bit her lip to stifle her smile. The way James was speaking, his tone so factual, reminded her of the time when he'd claimed to be Silent. His response was yet another reminder that he'd come such a long way in a few months, yet he still wasn't used to speaking about his feelings.
"That's not what I meant," she clarified.
When James kept quiet for a long time, Hailey didn't push him. She didn't want to argue with him when they were about to spend some quality time together. Then a thought shot through her mind.
Maybe he believes he is forced to utilize every resource he can in order to protect you?
Hailey felt really guilty if that was the case. She didn't want him to do these kinds of things if they made him uncomfortable. No one got to force her Arrow into doing things he didn't want to do anymore, and she felt bad for cornering him because of his protective nature.
"It's not right, love," she whispered as she reached out and covered his right hand on the steering wheel. "Don't do things like this if you don't want to. Not for me, not for anyone but yourself."
He shot her an amused look, arrogance in those beautiful eyes, telling her all she needed to know. "I wanted to. For you," he shook his head when she would have spoken and moved his hand, placing it on her thigh, "but for myself as well." He gently squeezed. "My reasons weren't mutually exclusive." James drove over the bridge towards Brooklyn Heights before his voice filled the confined space of the car again. "I didn't expect it to affect me this much." Quiet words.
Hailey's heart clenched at his confession. Sweet, protective man. "What happened?"
James set the car to drive automatically before turning to her. "She… embraced me."
Hailey shifted in her seat and brushed her fingers over his jaw, the slight stinging sensation from the stubble making her toes curl. "Did it feel right?"
He frowned and thought about her question for a while before answering. "I think so. I barely know her." He took her hand and kissed the knuckles, sending a warm shiver though her body. "We have the same eye color."
Smiling, Hailey leaned closer and kissed him softly, her hands squeezing his muscled shoulders. "When you're ready, I'd like to meet her," she said as she traced the line of his jaw.
A puzzled look appeared in James' eyes. "Yes," he said slowly. "She said the same thing about you."
Hailey's eyes widened. "You've told her about me being your mate?" She grinned. "Oh, my. First impressions are kind of a big deal. I'd better be on my best behavior then."
He shot her a look as the car came to a halt several yards in front of Shane's house. "You don't have best behavior. You only have wild impulses and a bone-deep determination to drive me mad." A slow smile. "The time I held you down in the shower, that was you being on your best behavior."
Hailey let out a gasp in feigned surprise. "Mister Addison!"A verbal slap on the wrist. "I have only ever been polite and civilized during the course of our interactions." She pretended to scowl. "For you to suggest otherwise would be utmost ungentlemanly behavior," she chided primly as she undid her seatbelt.
He had her in his lap so fast, Hailey wasn't quite sure how he'd done it. She laughed when he claimed her mouth in unadorned hunger.
Are you suggesting I haven't been a gentleman? His hand ran from her waist to her breast, his touch possessive. Hailey wiggled in his lap as she tried to position herself in a way for her to reach him better, but the confined space left little room for alternatives.
"I apologize," she murmured against his lips, her hand curled around his neck, "I must have imagined the time when you made me beg you to fuck me." Absolute and deliberate coarseness on her end.
He pinched her nipple through the layers of clothing. "Miss Logan." A rebuke in that low, sultry voice. "That was hardly ladylike."
She sucked in a breath when he kissed her neck and continued molding her breast, delighted by their play… and his sensuality. "I never claimed nor promised to be a lady," her voice husky.
Good, he said as he dipped his head to kiss her again, as long as you promise to keep… talking dirty, as you would say it.
His words made her grin, and she knew he loved her for who she was. He'd never said it, but the way his affection for her rippled through their connection made it clear enough.
"We need to go," she said with a sigh while running her lips over his jaw. "I'm going to need a little help."
James' lips twitched, and he lifted her and slid her back into her seat. After exiting the car, he walked around to open Hailey's door. She accepted the hand he extended and stepped out of the vehicle, the icepick heels of her pumps clicking on the street.
"Ah, so chivalry isn't dead after all. It seems you are a gentleman true." Wrapping her arms around his neck, she rose to tiptoe and kissed him.
James' hands rested on her hips when she pulled back, his blue eyes blazing. "Careful, Miss Logan. Next thing you know I'll be buying you flowers and singing one of your Guilty Pleasure songs as a serenade."
The picture he drew made her laugh aloud. "Hmm, like some romantic idiot?" She kissed him deeply. I'd choose a sparring session over a serenade any day. I love you for who you are. Because he needed to know that. Don't change a single thing about it. She smoothed her hands over his shoulders and looked up. "Well, maybe watch the arrogance a little."
He leaned forward and bit down on her lower lip. "I will. The same day you watch that smart mouth."