The Betrayed Series: Ultimate Omnibus Collection Part 56

"No!" Rebecca yelled as Davidson aimed at her again. "He's going to die. You know it. Look at the depth of the burns. He'll never survive."

The private's finger trembled on the trigger. "So what, you were just going to use him as your own personal blood bank?"

"Without it, Brandt's going to die."

Davidson's eyes flickered to his sergeant. He might have been betraying his team this whole time, but the look that crossed the young man's face was true concern. "Still, you don't have the right."

Samuel knelt beside him. "I'm here. Don't give up."

The words were meaningless as Tok struggled to open his eyes, but his brother was worth hanging onto for even another moment. "Samuel."

"Let me get this out of your arm," his brother said, grabbing the tubing. For the first time, Tok noted the damage to Samuel's face. He too was marked by this futile quest.

"Don't," he signed weakly. With the last of his strength, he gripped his brother's hand. "Let me die. Here. It would be Judas' wish."

"No!" Davidson shouted. "Why did you destroy the cave? We could have taken him. Hidden him, together."

How could Tok explain when he had so little time left?

"What did she do to you?" Samuel asked when he found the wounds on Tok's wrists and ankles.

Shaking his head, Tok explained, "Not her. The Knot."

"The Knot? They crucified you? How? When?"

Petir had the right of it. Samuel never would have been able to detonate the explosives. Despite being the same age as Tok, Samuel was still so young, not having been aged by the brutal task of guarding Judas' secret through pain and intimidation. For that Tok was glad. His brother might live his life out from under the specter of the Knot. His naivete would let him grow past this and one day bask in the glory of his savior's love.

His brother still had his hand on the needle, ready to pull it out at any moment, but Tok refused.

"Please, let me save him," Tok mouthed. "I must face Judas with this sacrifice."

Releasing the needle, Samuel cupped Tok's head in his hands. "I'll stay with you, brother. I will stay."

Quietly, as Davidson's tears splashed down onto his brother's cheek, Rebecca checked Brandt's pulse. It was growing stronger, but not strong enough. He was going to need every last drop Tok had to give.

Seeing the two brothers' devotion, she almost felt sorry for them.

Almost.

The cavern groaned. The ceiling was close to collapsing, but she dared not move Brandt until she was sure he had enough blood.

"Oh, G.o.d, no," Davidson moaned as Tok's head lolled to the side. The red river dried in the tube.

She pulled the needle from Brandt's arm. "We've got to go."

But the private just cradled his brother's head, rocking it back and forth, repeating the Lord's Prayer over and over again.

Another tremor and the stained gla.s.s door shattered into a thousand pieces. Even the wrought iron gate screeched as it bent in half. Somewhere to the left, an entire section of caves collapsed. They weren't safe yet. She needed Davidson's help to get Brandt out, so Rebecca urged the private up. "He'd want you to come with me."

"What do you know?" Davidson suddenly seemed so young again.

Rebecca guided him up. "He willingly gave his life for Brandt."

It started as a tiny trickle of dust, then became a tumble of rock. Laying herself over Brandt, she said, "Tok would want us all to live."

"We're sworn enemies," the private said, wiping a tear from his damaged eye as the world caved in around them.

"Not anymore."

Brandt awoke to the rhythmic sway of a car traveling at high speed. The last thing he remembered was the fire, then the private aiming at Rebecca.

"Davidson!" Brandt said as he jerked awake.

"Lie back," Rebecca said, putting pressure on his wound. "Or you're going to start bleeding again."

"Yeah, boss," Lopez said from the driver's seat. "Just take it easy."

"Where's Davidson?" he asked still patching together how they got from the cave to the car.

Rebecca urged him down which wasn't difficult since his head swam. "We lost him, Brandt. Just hold still."

"We didn't lose him. He-"

With expert skill, she prodded his wound, cutting off his words.

"He was killed in the cave-in, saving you, Brandt. He's dead."

But he knew that wasn't true. He'd heard Davidson's voice. Saw him aiming at Rebecca. There had been nothing he could do, but Brandt knew that he didn't dream it. The private was alive.

Rebecca went to give him more painkiller, but he grabbed her wrist. "You know he's alive, that f.u.c.king-"

She was way stronger than she looked and poked him deep in the thigh with the meds. "Just rest." Then she whispered so that only he could hear, "I traded our lives for his freedom." Louder, "Now go back to sleep."

"You had no right," Brandt growled, but she just smiled.

"Of course I did." Then she kissed him on the forehead, then the nose, then on the lips. "You're not a one-night stand kind of guy, remember? I had to make sure you lived up to your words."

As their lips met, Brandt kissed her back.

For all his anger at Davidson, Rebecca was right.

Love was slightly more powerful than hate.

"He's pretty messed up," Lopez commented as he looked at them in the rearview mirror. "He'll get his memory back once he's patched up, right?"

"I'm sure he will," she said, trying not to act too guilty. "How much longer?" Rebecca asked the corporal as she smoothed Brandt's hair.

"Fifteen minutes to Naples, but I'm going to have to slow down as we approach the Navy yard, so make it twenty minutes."

Lopez had done some first aid, but the bullet to the gut needed surgery. However, there was no way they could seek help in Rome. A guy coming in with knife wounds, burns, and a bullet in the belly was sure to raise alarms, so they were headed to the nearest US base. Which should have taken them over ninety minutes, but Lopez swore they'd be there in forty, and Rebecca hadn't doubted him. And by her watch, they were going to make it in thirty-eight. The guy really should race cars for a living.

"'Becca," Brandt said. Whether he slurred her name or intentionally meant to use her nickname, it felt d.a.m.n good. "Did you find Him?"

At first she was confused, but then she realized he was asking about Christ. "No. No, it wasn't him."

"Are you sure?"

The tremble in his voice nearly broke her heart. If she had any doubt to keep the Knot's secret as her own, Rebecca now had none. "I'm sure."

A wave of relief washed over his face, but then he frowned. "So it was all for nothing."

"No, babe. No, it wasn't," she said as their fingers entwined.

It was for everything.

The Ending *

Jerusalem AD 42.

The man who was once called Jesus stood upon the hill, sheltered by a cypress tree, wis.h.i.+ng with all his heart that it was he who had the strength to take that long walk from Jerusalem to Golgotha.

Instead it was his dearest friend, Judas, the man whom the Twelve looked down upon, that was nailed to the cross.

Mary's words that had rung so very true last night now sounded feeble in his mind. To let Judas walk in his stead might ensure his resurrection, but Jesus knew he had only quickened to those words because of the fear that ate at his innards.

It was he who was destined for the cross, not poor Judas, but there his brother, who was not his brother, hung. That Jesus could undo the last day. G.o.d might have blessed him with insight into all men, but the heavenly Father forgot to gift him a window into his own soul.

As the sun began to set, Jesus saw movement across the wash. Judas must have called for water. He tensed. Would their ruse work? A man, Turvas, came forward and offered a waterskin. Judas took a drink, then spit as if it were vinegar, but it was a tincture of Magdalene's herbs and a strong sleeping draught.

Within moments, Judas' head lolled, and Mary sobbed.

Predictably, the Romans broke the other prisoners' legs, but spared Judas. Was G.o.d truly favoring their gamble? Could he hold Judas in his arms the next morning and beg forgiveness?

One of the guards taunted the limp form on the cross, and then did the unthinkable. he stabbed Judas in the side.

Mary's wail was so great that Jesus was certain it carried to heaven itself. Ruth collapsed against John, his Beloved Disciple. Jesus fell to his knees, cutting them upon the sharp rocks as blood gushed from Judas' side. All their planning. All their studies were for naught. Judas was dead.

Poor Ameil. The child would be unmoored. How could Jesus explain where his most-loved uncle had disappeared to?

An ache that reached to his marrow threatened to consume him. The pain of the cross was nothing compared to the agony that gripped his heart.

To shun his responsibility upon the cross was unforgivable, but to have Judas die in his stead? The guilt hung from his neck, bowing his head. Was this G.o.d's punishment for Jesus' betrayal?

Rising, he knew he must atone for his sin. He must trek into the desert, or cast himself into the sea. Whatever G.o.d wished, Jesus would do, but no amount of suffering would bring his friend back.

As he turned from Golgotha, Jesus found his brother rising the knoll.

"James?" he asked, surprised but glad to have kin near.

His brother opened his arms. Jesus did not deserve an embrace, but he went to James and was hugged warmly, then he felt a stabbing in his belly. Looking down, Jesus found a knife protruding from his skin.

"All those years," James snarled. "All those years... You will die today, brother." He jerked the knife upward, gouging open Jesus' stomach. "How could you let another suffer in your place?"

"I was weak," Jesus answered, then grabbed his brother's hand. James must have thought he was trying to stop him, but Jesus intended quite the opposite. He pulled the blade even higher. "Thank you, brother."

No longer able to keep his feet, Jesus slid to the blood-soaked ground, but he welcomed the pain. It was only fitting. This was G.o.d's plan, after all.

James dropped the knife, kneeling beside him. "What have I done?"

"Only what I should have," Jesus said, hearing a far-off song. The song of the angels. A chorus so pure that the angelic harmonies blended into one glorious voice. "Can you not hear it, brother?"

"Hear what?" James looked around, thinking it a worldly sound.

Jesus gripped his brother's arm tightly. "G.o.d's forgiveness, James. We are forgiven."

The beating of wings stirred Jesus' hair as the song built to a crescendo.

"Teach them. Teach them better than I," Jesus begged as the world became nothing more than a white light, his earthly concerns given rest.

Soon Jesus would sit, as he had all those years ago, upon a riverbank with his friend Judas, and try, yet again, to understand G.o.d's infinite wisdom.

TARGETED.

CHAPTER 1.

Rebecca's gaze drifted over the elegant dining room. Every table set with the finest of linens and sparkling crystal held bubbling champagne. She almost wanted to pinch herself, except she didn't want to wrinkle her silk dress.

Weird. Her in silk. She was far more comfortable in field-stained khakis. But the Hotel Oberoi Amarvilas restaurant was a five star dining experience. And given that they were in India, most of the other women were dressed in elegant saris, draped in deep blue and s.h.i.+ny gold.

And for a woman who spent most of her time in a gray sterile laboratory, the wall length aquarium br.i.m.m.i.n.g with exotic sea life and walls hand painted in scenes from India's rich mythology was just a tad overwhelming.