Ghostwalker 05 - Deadly Game

throat was the only thing preventing the man from falling. They stared at each other, Ken on his knees, trying to find a way to dig his toes into the soft dirt for a purchase, to prevent himself from going over the edge with his enemy. Sean gripped Ken's arm, determined that if he went crashing to the rocks below, he would take Ken with him. Blood made his grip slippery, but desperation gave him added strength. He dug his fingers into Ken's skin. The edge crumbled more, sent dirt skittering down the cliff face. Ken opened his hand to allow Sean to fall, but the man clamped on his wrist with both hands.
    "I go, you go," he snarled. "Pull me up, damn you."
    "Not in this lifetime, you son of bitch. You're out of her life forever."
    "So are you then." Sean's teeth clenched, his grip tightening like a vise.
    The edge was giving way, more dirt and rock tumbling down, Ken sliding with the weight of Sean's body pulling him. He had no leverage to fight, nothing to hang onto, and the earth around him was shifting and sliding.
    Don't move. Jack's voice was utterly calm.

    Hell . Ken swore at his brother, trying to stay absolutely still. He was moving, sliding down the cliff while Sean hung on like a terrier.
    A hole blossomed suddenly in the middle of Sean's forehead, and then Ken heard the crack of the shot. The bullet had passed close to the top of his head, shaving off a few hairs as it whistled past. Sean's grip loosened abruptly, his fingers sliding away as the body fell to the rocks below.
    Ken threw his body backward, rolled over, and stared up at the blue sky, his arm feeling as though it had been torn out of its socket. He was drenched in perspiration, and his leg, where Sean had landed several kicks, felt as if a sledgehammer had been taken to it. He dragged air into his lungs and waited there, knowing Jack would come.
    Clouds spun across the sky, casting shadows over the ground. Ken closed his eyes and felt exhaustion roll over him. He was sick inside, his body and mind fatigued. His scars throbbed painfully, too tight for his skin, reminding him that Sean was right. He could no longer hide what he was from the world. Mari knew. Mari saw him for what he was. He couldn't hide behind a handsome face anymore.
    And she would always have the contrast staring at her every morning if she did stay.
    How could she look at Jack and not be ashamed to be with Ken? Even so, it didn't matter.
    He was as pathetic as Sean. He wanted her to stay. To love him. He needed her, when he'd never allowed himself to need anything or anyone. Ken reached out to brush his mind against hers, needing the touch almost more than he needed the air he was fighting for.
    Mari. It's over.
    I know. Jack sent word to Briony. There was a small hesitation. You know I can't stay.
    You know I can't.
    He had known, but he couldn't accept it. His heart nearly stopped. Don't. Don't do this.
    I'm coming to you now, baby.
    I don't want you to. And then there was only a black void. Emptiness. No soft intimate brush, no echo of laughter or companionship. Simply emptiness. She was gone, shutting him out of her life. No more happiness. No more feeling alive. It was all gone.
    His gut clenched, and he rolled to his knees, sick with the idea of losing her. He retched over and over, knowing absolutely that she left. He couldn't blame her. It was the only smart thing to do, and Mari was smart. He smashed his fist into the ground. Once. Twice.
    "Ken." Jack was there, kneeling beside him. "I thought I'd lost you."
    He looked up at Jack, not really seeing him. Ken realized he was lost – he'd been lost for a long time. Mari had brought him back to life. "She's gone." His gaze jumped to Jack's face; he saw a hint of guilt creep into his eyes and fade. "You knew?"

    Jack sat back on his heels, his gaze watchful, wary. "Briony is crying. She told me Mari hugged her and said she couldn't stay – that she belonged with the other women."
    "And you didn't tell Logan to stop her?"
    "Mari is a trained soldier. I didn't want to risk Logan or Briony getting hurt. You can't keep Mari tied up for the rest of her life; you know you can't."
    "You son of a bitch."
    "Ken. Be reasonable."
    He didn't feel reasonable. He felt like his world was crumbling around him. His mind felt fractured, his head roaring, thunder crashing in his ears. "How long ago?"
    "Take it easy, Ken," Jack said to soothe him.
    "Damn it." Ken's fist slammed into the dirt, although he wanted to smash it into his