“Thank you,” she interrupted quietly. She didn’t want to hear the what-ifs. She sincerely doubted there was anything anyone could’ve done. Anything Rome could do now. What-ifs were useless. Jeff had clearly been in tight control of the operation. Her brother’s death was probably the catalyst for taking that control away. A necessary sacrifice, just like her.
Now that this was over, grief threatened to pour into her. Though she’d won, her brother was still dead. And she’d be dead soon, too. It all seemed so senseless.
“Why?” Rome asked, now grasping both of her hands and holding them tightly against his chest. “Why did you go on your own?”
Searching his eyes, she knew she had to give him an answer. He deserved an answer. Even though she might lose him because of it. Well, she was going to lose him anyway, so what did it matter?
“All I could think of was revenge.” She kept her gaze steady and locked with his. She needed to be honest and strong and to face whatever reaction it bred. She’d have to face it for only a limited time. “I thought revenge meant killing them all. Just as they’d done to Bobby. I was strong enough to do it, too. They couldn’t stop me.”
And they couldn’t. The power she felt had been unequaled. As a matter of fact, she couldn’t believe she was still standing there. The internal radiance of heat should’ve been more than the sun could withstand.
Harper looked deep into his blue eyes, searching the soul she loved so much, trying to find the understanding she hoped he had saved up for her.
“I thought it would be easy,” she continued. “To take control and solve the problem once and for all. But you were right. The toughest choices are for the strong. And not acting on that vengeance is the hardest decision I’ve ever had to make. That’s how I knew it was right.”
She had become someone other than herself. Someone she didn’t want to be. Regardless of her life span. And this man before her had helped her to see that.
Rome’s powerful blue gaze remained glued to hers. He wasn’t recoiling. That was good. Right?
“But you made me realize that my strength is bigger than that,” she confessed as his grip tightened, warming her trembling hands. “I can’t bring Bobby back. But I can bring them to justice. I can expose the wrongs the faction committed. And the good Bobby did.”
Rome brought her clasped hands to his mouth, brushing her knuckles lightly with tender lips.
“You were right. I knew I’d lose myself if I went through with it,” she whispered. “And I’d lose you.” Her vision blurred as tears welled in her eyes, falling with the incessant rain trailing down her face. “I’ve lost Bobby. I couldn’t lose you too, Rome.”
“You could never lose me, Harper,” Rome said quietly, his soft breath warming her chilled fingers. “Bobby’s legacy will live through his work. Through you.”
“What do you mean?” she asked, infinitely comforted by his words, though a little confused. She was ticking on a terminal clock. Had he forgotten? She certainly hadn’t. It’s one of the reasons she’d decided to go alone.
“I have some contacts,” he said. “Good people. People we can trust. We can make sure that Bobby’s work on the plants continues. We can pick out a research team.”
Harper dropped to her knees, splashing onto the sodden mud and grass. Stunned to her core by the realization that her brother’s revolutionary work could continue. It was everything she could ever hope or want. Well, not everything. Wait, Rome was still talking.
“Harper, I said I wished I’d gotten to Bobby’s data sooner,” Rome said. “After you’d gone, I found an unopened file.”
“Holy cow, we missed one?” How was that possible? Well, they had been distracted. Warmth replaced the shock at remembering just what distractions Rome had applied on her. “What was in it?”
“Only the most important factor of all,” he answered, a dazzling smile breaking across his gorgeous yet grimy face. “I tried to tell you before, in the fight. Harper, you’re not going to die. Bobby had found that the plants Jeff stole from him continued to grow happy and healthy, while the ones they replicated kept dying.” He looked at her with a happy look himself.
“We already knew that.” Harper smirked at him, not quite sure what he was getting at. “Fake serum equals bad.”
“Every plant that didn’t have the original formula croaked,” he continued, still smiling. “Every one that had it thrived.” What exactly was he saying? “Harper, you have Bobby’s original formula inside you. The serum you injected was pure. That means you won’t die like those other guys that Jeff experimented with. The offshoots were terminal. The originals lived out their normal, healthy lives. Bobby found the proof.”
The realization washed over her like a springtime waterfall. Cool and refreshing. She’d come here seeking revenge, believing it didn’t matter what became of her. She thought she had no future to throw away. But now she could let relief settle inside her mind. The serum wasn’t going to kill her. She wasn’t going to die.
“And I’ll be with you through it all.” Rome knelt in the muck, facing her. There. That was everything she needed.
“You will?” she asked, wanting, needing to hear it again. “Holy cow.”
“Damn right.” Rome leaned in to slant his mouth over hers for a quick kiss. “We’re going to be partners.” Partners. She loved the sound of that. “If you want to go back to swimming, I’ll understand. I just want to be with you.” She watched him reach into his coat pocket and pull something out. “By the way, I think this is yours.”
He opened his fist and revealed her gold medal. Her good-bye to him. She curled her fingers around his and closed his hand around the medal, wanting him to keep it. This time as a hello to a life together.
“And I want to start a new life,” she stated honestly, overwhelmed, but insanely thrilled. Swimming was now part of her past. She knew she couldn’t compete anymore now that the serum ran through her blood. And she could accept that, knowing that she could use the psi power for something worthwhile. Something that fed her soul even deeper than her life in the water.
Life with Rome. Righting wrongs. Fighting side by side. Just like Bobby would have wanted.
“Harper,” Rome said, rolling her name as his fingers brushed her wet cheek. “I love you.”
“I know you do,” Harper said with a true smile. Heat surged from her mind, blazing a passionate trail to her heart.
Rome grinned, pressed his lips to hers, and stood. She watched him tread through the squishy grass toward two men who were holding up a bound and dazed Jeff. He grabbed Jeff roughly, and then walked alongside as they hauled him away.
Was it finally over? She glanced around the courtyard, watching the good guys take the bad guys away. Maybe it was.
And as Harper sat in the grass with the rain streaming around her, she wondered whether the heat from her psionic powers could hold a candle to the flame of their love.
She couldn’t wait to find out.
Acknowledgments
I am forever grateful to my editor, Leah Hultenschmidt, for making this book a reality and the best it could be.
Thank you to my sister, Laura Rench, and my mom, Susan, for their unwavering support. They’ve put up with a lot.
Thanks to the Divas critique group: Laura, Kate Dandel, and Kendra Uhler, for their guidance, fun, and for not bringing food.
Lastly, thanks to Pooka and Anya for just being there.
