to save us in the first place? Unless...it was to cause her own death.”
That was what Aaron was wondering too, and he was surprised that Demetrius thought the same thing. His estimation of the man’s worth had just raised a few notches.
“Not us, just you two. She as much told me I was expendable in the large scheme of things. Her only objective was to save you. Why? I’d like to find out what makes a human feel the need to do what she did, to take such a chance.” Or if she even was a human. He looked down at her again. “I take it she’d never given you any indication that she wanted death.”
“No, never. There’s something else you should know. I believe she sent me a hard mental push to go to April, saying that she was in trouble. I never realized she was capable of anything like that, of telepathic behavior.”
Aaron had thought as much when she’d kill the men with him. He had felt the small but strong mental push of compulsion, but hadn’t realized it had come from her. He looked up from her face when Demetrius continued.
“Honestly? There isn’t much we know about her, especially in light of tonight’s activities. We had no indication that she had these powers…abilities, I guess. I knew that I had been unable to penetrate her mind, but after trying hard for the first few months, then off and on over the last few, I just put it down as a natural phenomenon and didn’t think much about it again. It happens in some humans, I guess. Now, it seems she is much stronger than I am, mentally at least. I’m the best psychic I know...knew.”
April picked up from Demetrius when he seemed to trail off. “She keeps to herself mostly. We were told when we hired her that she’s one of the best pilots that Charlie had ever worked with, even if you consider her young age. I’d have to agree with that after working with her.”
“How long has she worked for you? And where did she work before? I’m assuming locally, right?” Aaron knew there were several small ports around the Zanesville area and one larger one in Columbus.
“I guess nearly a year now, just before April was changed.” Aaron watched as Demetrius touched his mate and kissed her hand before he continued. “Her experience is vast and varied. She came to us directly through Charles Wolff, the retired alpha to the local were pack. She also worked for Columbus Airport as a substitute pilot or during peak times if they needed her. She flew their bigger planes, 747s and 750s. The local hospital used her as their chopper pilot about three or four times a month.”
“What did she think about working for supernaturals?” he asked Demetrius.
Aaron was impressed with the girl so far, but that wasn’t getting him any closer to figuring out what she was, only who she was. Aaron knew that he was not going to like the answer as soon as he saw Demetrius look over at his mate before replying.
“We didn’t think that she knew what we are, any of us. Charlie told me that he thought she was unaware of what they were, and we assumed the same thing. I guess we were all wrong about her ability to know if we are immortals or not. He retired as their alpha when his grandson, Bradley Wolff, took over the pack at the same time that she came to work for us. Charlie said he knows you?” Demetrius said.
“So it would seem. Yes, I know of him and The Brotherhood of Gray, I believe. Why didn’t she stay with them? I know they still have their own fleet. It seems if she is this good, they wouldn’t have wanted to get rid of her.” Alarmed by her sudden movement, he looked down at her pained expression even in her sleep.
Aaron knew that he could lick her wound closed, but he was sure that the bullet was still lodged into her ribs. If it were anything but silver, he would just dig it out and heal her. Then there was the added problem of what he suspected she might be to him.
“There was some bad blood between her and the grandson’s wife, Lynne.” April