Lethal Game Read online Christine Feehan (GhostWalkers #16)

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: GhostWalkers Series by Christine Feehan
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Total pages in book: 164
Estimated words: 151345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 605(@250wpm)___ 504(@300wpm)
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“You’ll have to stay here a little while before we can bring you home. I’ll be here. When I have to go home, one of the others will come. Amaryllis wants to stay with you and obviously she can be at the bed-and-breakfast.”

Malichai shook his head. “It isn’t safe for her there. I don’t want to see her either, Zeke . . .”

“Don’t be a bonehead. No one is going to be able to stop that girl, least of all me. She earned the right to be in this room with you. You put a ring on her finger, and she knew, just like you did, what you were facing. She’s not going away because the worst happened, and don’t insult her by even suggesting it. Seriously, Malichai, you’re upset, I get that, you’re having a first reaction to the news, but you’re not going to be an idiot and alienate everyone who loves you because you’re depressed and upset.”

That was why Ezekiel was his commanding officer as well. He told it like it was and Malichai respected him for it. “Do you remember when I was a kid and it was a bad winter and I gave away my blanket and food? You were so pissed at me?”

Ezekiel ran his fingers through his hair and looked away from Malichai. “Yeah, I remember. It was so damned cold I thought you might freeze to death just getting up to pee. You were so thin, Malichai.”

He suddenly turned back and brushed hair from Malichai’s forehead. Malichai could feel his fingers trembling, and that was shocking.

“I went to find your blanket for you. I thought someone had taken it from you and I was going to beat the shit out of them. I found the soldier. He wanted to give it back to me. Instead, I told him to keep it. I was so damned proud of you.”

To Malichai’s astonishment, Ezekiel blinked back tears.

“He told me that you were a great kid and that you had such compassion in you. You always noticed everyone less fortunate on the street and tried to help them. I didn’t. I don’t know if you realized that or not. I tried to be more like you after that.” Ezekiel’s fingers continued to move in his hair.

“When I saw him, without his leg, I was terrified that I’d end up like him, an old soldier on the street with no one to care for him after years of service. I had him put in a care home and paid for it when I could, but then . . . I wanted to stay in touch so when it came time, I could bury him. I was in and out of the country so much I just lost sight of him some years ago and he passed away . . .” Malichai trailed off, ashamed that he’d failed the soldier.

Ezekiel looked down at his hands. “I didn’t. You were on a run in the Congo when he passed away and I had him buried with military honors.”

“Thanks for that, Zeke.”

“You can handle this, Malichai. You’re the strongest man I know. You can. It will be a long hard road, but we’re all with you. You and I both know that because they’ve invested so much money in your training, the government is going to want to put a very expensive prosthesis on you so you can continue to go out on missions for them. You can say no. You will still be invaluable to us guarding our women and children at home. You can still be a soldier. Whatever you want to do. It’s there for you. In the meantime, Malichai, you just take one day, one step, at a time and know we’re all with you.”

Malichai knew, intellectually, everything his brother said was true, but emotionally, it was difficult to accept. He still hadn’t looked down his body to see his missing leg. He would do that when he was alone. He would rub his hip where he felt that ache still, the one that told him the leg was still present and would hurt for a long, long time.

“The others are going to want to see you, but you don’t have to see them until you’re ready,” Ezekiel assured. “I can put them off, if needed.”

There was no judgment in Zeke’s voice. There wouldn’t ever be from him. Ezekiel would give him all the time in the world to figure it out.

“Just give me a few minutes.” He had to look down and see his leg gone. He had to come to terms with it. It would be one thing for his brothers and even Nonny to see him like this, but Amaryllis? No. She was different. He was supposed to be her everything. Whole. Her man. Her protector. Losing his leg didn’t fit into his equation of what he was supposed to be for her.



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