Tossing his weapon up, Jack caught it so that its jagged end was pointed downward, and then he drove it like a stake right through Leo's heart. Stunned by this turn of events, Leo wobbled as he tried to stay on his feet. “You…You don't kill…”
Jack spun and back-kicked, pounding the stake with the sole of his shoe, driving it even deeper into Leo's chest. The other man fell backward, landing face-up on the floor as blood pooled beneath him. Already, his eyes had that glassy look.
Using her talent, Claire watched the battle unfold through the eyes of a commando who was firing his assault rifle at bullet-proof windows on the second and third floor of the complex. She had to do something, but what? She hated the thought of filling people's heads with nightmares. So…Maybe something cute would
