Immortal Revenge by Mary Abshire

from so she’d know what terminal to check? What airline did he take? The questions rushed through her mind as she scanned the area.
    Following a heavy sigh, she proceeded to a waiting area and sat down. A few passengers walked by carrying bags or tugging their rolling luggage. She waited several minutes to see if Riker would show. When he didn’t she fished her phone from her purse and checked for messages. She found nothing.
    She returned the phone to her bag and leaned back in the uncomfortable seat. Her thoughts drifted to the conversation she’d had with Riker. Not even a minute after she’d given her location, he’d located the nearest airports. Maybe he researched the information on a computer. If such were the case, he had to know how much time it would take her to drive to Chicago. Since he’d sent the text shortly after one and it was now past three, his plane had to have landed. So, where the hell was he?
    Doubt crept into her mind as she waited. Riker had been Kyle’s friend ages ago, but when was the last time they connected? She didn’t have the answer. Kyle had said they’d worked for the Order together. What if Riker still did and he’d changed to the ways of the new Order?
    “I assure you, I am not a fascist,” said a male voice behind her.
    Katie shot up and spun to face the stranger. Her heart pumped fast as she stared at the person standing on the other side of row the seats. She’d expected to face a man, but instead her gaze hit a torso. She lifted her eyes until she found his face. He had a European look with narrow features and a slightly long nose. Blondish-brown hair, straight and stringy, flowed from his head and landed on his shoulders. When she saw his green eyes, she knew he was Riker.
    “Take me to your car,” the giant said.
    His clipped words and tone confirmed his identity. Yep, Riker.
    Chills danced down her spine. She heard a whisper in her head and sensed an intrusion.
    “No,” came flying out of her mouth before she realized what was happening. An impenetrable mental barrier encompassed her thoughts the second she heard his telepathic voice. Another example of acting before thinking, but then Kyle had trained her to trigger her defenses like an instinctive reaction.
    “Clever girl. Let’s go.” Riker stepped toward the end of the row.
    Katie hesitantly walked away from her seat. His attempted to slip into her mind annoyed her. What a rude bastard. Now she really wondered if she should ask for his help. How could she rely on someone who tried to read her thoughts?
    He paused as if waiting for her to catch up with him. When she did, he walked at her side.
    Katie headed for the exit at a slow pace, debating if she should trust Riker. Kyle had, but what if Riker had changed? She peered at the vamp from the corner of her eyes. He was tall with an average build. Although she couldn’t see his muscle proportions under the black leather jacket, the black t-shirt, nor his black jeans, she suspected the vamp had some. He carried a navy blue duffel bag in one arm and a square, black leather bag under the other.
    “You arrived sooner than I expected,” he said, keeping his gaze pointed ahead of him.
    “I like to speed, but I still have to be careful not to attract attention.”
    The corner of his lips twitched and he turned to face her. “Dillinger. Any relation to the John Dillinger?”
    Katie avoided looking at Riker. As they approached the exit, a guard standing near the door eyed them. She gave him a single nod as they passed by and the glass doors swished open.
    “My dad told me a few times that my grandfather claimed he was a bastard son of John Jr. I don’t know if he was or not.”
    They crossed the road and headed toward the parking garage. Katie led the way with a quick gait and descended the stairs. Riker kept in stride next to her.
    “What kind of car do you drive?”
    From the staircase, she turned the corner and proceeded between parked vehicles. “A black