Revealing Silver [NOOK Book]

Every inch of Remy Capra tingled as they approached Gabriel de los Rios's house. Her mouth from the impromptu kiss she'd laid on Nathan before they got out of the car. Her skin from the adrenaline surging through her body as they approached the darkened house. Her instincts from…well, who knew why they were tingling, but she wasn't questioning the way they kept her on alert. Nathan, Olivia and Isaac might be interested in bringing Gabriel to justice, but Remy only cared about one thing.

Save the girl.

Guards patrolled the front yard of the San Dimas residence, but the unprotected rear offered safer entry. Slivers of moonlight speckled the tall hedges lining the driveway as Detective Isaac McGuire led their party to the kitchen door.

Every second it took him to jimmy the lock pounded against her brain. Slipping into the kitchen was almost a relief, except the heat made her think she was back in the fucking jungle. It almost smelled like the jungle, too, sour and earthy. It made her gag a little.

Nathan glanced back at her, his small smile reassuring. How could he do that? Make her feel safe on her way to a probable death. She wanted to kiss him just because she was so damned grateful they were together. It might be the end, but Remy wasn't afraid of her own death. As long as Nathan was by her side, she could face anything.

She settled for squeezing his fingers, conveying as much as she could. She wasn't always the best with words, but Nathan always understood. His answering squeeze reminded her that he believed in her, that he'd never leave her side. His hand also stopped her from reaching for one of the two blades she had strapped to her thigh. Not yet. Not here.

Patience. Nathan's favorite lesson. She sucked at it.

When Isaac finally gestured for them to venture deeper into the kitchen, Nathan nodded at her once and released her hand. She stepped past him but stuck close, leaning against his chest when Isaac brought them to a stop. Each throb of his heart focused her. Guided her with its familiar rhythm, like it guided her through every day in her new life.

Save the girl.

Simple enough. They'd already found her, thanks to Olivia. Nathan and Isaac had years of training and experience doing this kind of thing. So did Olivia. Twenty years of living on the streets had taught her all she needed to know about surviving the night. Gabriel was scary, but hardly the scariest thing she'd ever faced. This wasn't their first rodeo. Isaac stiffened and Remy knew he heard it too. Chanting and a voice she'd know anywhere. It still haunted her dreams, six months after trading a silver coin for Nathan's life. The voice had a pleasant tenor, surprisingly soft and gently accented with native Spanish. Gabriel never raised his voice, never sounded surprised, angry, or happy. Some people might have found the deep tone soothing, the accent intriguing, but Remy's blood ran cold in her veins. Her fingers itched for the reassuring weight of her favorite knife, and this time, Nathan didn't have her hand. When she looked down again, the blade flashed silver.

On the other side of the closed door, Gabriel de los Rios prepared to destroy another girl. A girl in captivity who'd been held like an animal in a cage for fucking years. If the girl had any power, she didn't understand it. If she had any power, it might not be enough to protect her as she was banished to a new time and place. She was just about Remy's age, but Remy thought of her as a much younger woman. Whoever Stacy had been before they found her, she'd lost a huge chunk of her life. She couldn't lose more. She couldn't lose another day to Gabriel's insanity.