his nostrils, sweet, spicy with a hint of lemons.
A wave of longing swept over him, so strong he almost stumbled. Bracing himself against the low stone wall in front of him, he tried to clear the fog from his brain, as excitement warred wit h terror.
Eleni.
Could she really be here? He fought for control, but a fierce exhilaration was building inside him.
“What is it?” Finn asked, but the words scarcely registered.
After all the years of searching, was he finally going to find his Eleni again ? Would she know him? He fought down the need to leap over the edge of the building, to find her, confront her. But he couldn’t do that.
She had to come to him of her own free will, or this time he would lose her forever.
“Cade?” Finn’s low voice came from behind him, and a hand pressed down on his shoulder. “Are you okay?”
Cade shook it off and headed down the open staircase that ran alongside the building.
The scent was stronger here, but mixed with the stench of too many people crowded together. Cade sea rched the sea of faces. A few wore western clothes, but the majority dressed in dark robes with traditional scarves wrapped around their heads.
Panic clawed at his insides. He couldn’t find her.
A man stepped up toward him, blocking his view, and he gritte d his teeth in frustration. “Mr. Wolfe, can you tell me what you think about the current situation in Afghanistan?”
“Mr. Wolfe…”
Cade stood, letting the questions flow around him, while the adrenalin surged through his system.
“Mr. Wolfe, would you like to comment on the allegations that Stormlord Security uses illegal means to gain government contracts?”
A woman’s voice. Clipped and assured. The words hardly registered. For a brief moment, his brain ceased to function. He looked down. A long way down. The woman in front of him was small, but then his Eleni had been tiny—it had always made him feel protective. When he’d told her that, she’d laughed at him, told him she didn’t need protecting.
A scarf wrapped around her head, leaving only a narrow band of her face showing between the folds. Dark brown eyes, flecked with gold, stared up into his. They were all he could see. But they were enough. Eyes he’d dreamed about for over two thousand years. He couldn’t believe it; after all the centuries of searching, sh e finally stood before him.
“Eleni?”
Her dark brows drew together in a frown. “The allegations of corruption, Mr. Wolfe—could you comment?”
The scarf muffled her voice, and he wanted to reach out and drag the dusty cloth from her, reveal her to him.
“Cade, we have incoming.” Finn’s voice shouted in his ear, the urgency of the tone finally getting through to him.
He tore his gaze away from the woman.
“What?”
“Goddamn it, Cade. This place is going to explode.”
He forced himself to look upward and shock punche d him hard in the gut. Like a comet, a trail of fire streaked across the sky. A rocket heading straight for the compound.
Straight for Eleni.
***
The guy was definitely acting weird.
Phoebe had studied him as he came down the steps.
Unlike his companion wh o was dressed in full combat gear, Caden Wolfe wore an elegant silver-grey business suit, white shirt—no doubt silk—and a dark red tie which matched his immaculately cut dark red hair.
Prior to the press conference, she’d found out everything she could abo ut him, but even so, nothing had prepared her for Caden Wolfe in the flesh. He was stunning. Which didn’t mean he wasn’t also corrupt.
Patrick, her boss—and one of the best editors in the business—had always told her that the most important quality for a s uccessful investigative journalist was gut instinct. And her gut was screaming that there was something very off with regards to Stormlord Securities.
But she also needed to be fair. Phoebe was the first to admit that she loathed and despised the big multi national corporations. Hated the way they believed
A wave of longing swept over him, so strong he almost stumbled. Bracing himself against the low stone wall in front of him, he tried to clear the fog from his brain, as excitement warred wit h terror.
Eleni.
Could she really be here? He fought for control, but a fierce exhilaration was building inside him.
“What is it?” Finn asked, but the words scarcely registered.
After all the years of searching, was he finally going to find his Eleni again ? Would she know him? He fought down the need to leap over the edge of the building, to find her, confront her. But he couldn’t do that.
She had to come to him of her own free will, or this time he would lose her forever.
“Cade?” Finn’s low voice came from behind him, and a hand pressed down on his shoulder. “Are you okay?”
Cade shook it off and headed down the open staircase that ran alongside the building.
The scent was stronger here, but mixed with the stench of too many people crowded together. Cade sea rched the sea of faces. A few wore western clothes, but the majority dressed in dark robes with traditional scarves wrapped around their heads.
Panic clawed at his insides. He couldn’t find her.
A man stepped up toward him, blocking his view, and he gritte d his teeth in frustration. “Mr. Wolfe, can you tell me what you think about the current situation in Afghanistan?”
“Mr. Wolfe…”
Cade stood, letting the questions flow around him, while the adrenalin surged through his system.
“Mr. Wolfe, would you like to comment on the allegations that Stormlord Security uses illegal means to gain government contracts?”
A woman’s voice. Clipped and assured. The words hardly registered. For a brief moment, his brain ceased to function. He looked down. A long way down. The woman in front of him was small, but then his Eleni had been tiny—it had always made him feel protective. When he’d told her that, she’d laughed at him, told him she didn’t need protecting.
A scarf wrapped around her head, leaving only a narrow band of her face showing between the folds. Dark brown eyes, flecked with gold, stared up into his. They were all he could see. But they were enough. Eyes he’d dreamed about for over two thousand years. He couldn’t believe it; after all the centuries of searching, sh e finally stood before him.
“Eleni?”
Her dark brows drew together in a frown. “The allegations of corruption, Mr. Wolfe—could you comment?”
The scarf muffled her voice, and he wanted to reach out and drag the dusty cloth from her, reveal her to him.
“Cade, we have incoming.” Finn’s voice shouted in his ear, the urgency of the tone finally getting through to him.
He tore his gaze away from the woman.
“What?”
“Goddamn it, Cade. This place is going to explode.”
He forced himself to look upward and shock punche d him hard in the gut. Like a comet, a trail of fire streaked across the sky. A rocket heading straight for the compound.
Straight for Eleni.
***
The guy was definitely acting weird.
Phoebe had studied him as he came down the steps.
Unlike his companion wh o was dressed in full combat gear, Caden Wolfe wore an elegant silver-grey business suit, white shirt—no doubt silk—and a dark red tie which matched his immaculately cut dark red hair.
Prior to the press conference, she’d found out everything she could abo ut him, but even so, nothing had prepared her for Caden Wolfe in the flesh. He was stunning. Which didn’t mean he wasn’t also corrupt.
Patrick, her boss—and one of the best editors in the business—had always told her that the most important quality for a s uccessful investigative journalist was gut instinct. And her gut was screaming that there was something very off with regards to Stormlord Securities.
But she also needed to be fair. Phoebe was the first to admit that she loathed and despised the big multi national corporations. Hated the way they believed
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