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Cannon
About the Author
Also by Milly Taiden
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way. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales, or
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Bolt
Copyright © 2022 by Milly Taiden
Cover: Jacqueline Sweet
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February 2022
A s night fell, the looming shadow of the mountain set the camp
in the shade. Kara sat by the fire, watching the flames of their
campfire flickering toward the sky. The stars glinted as they
came out, the entire heavens clearly in sight in the thin desert air.
Even though Kara looked calm, possibly even relaxed, after the
long days of travel, she was actually brimming over with excitement.
Her heart was pounding hard enough to make her cheeks red, and
every few minutes, her face would break into a joyful smile.
I found it. I really found it!
After years of researching, she had finally found the final clue to
put her on the trail of the gem she sought. It was a one-of-a-kind
item, something that could not be replicated.
Kara settled herself a bit more comfortably on the hard earth,
cradling the object in her hands. She didn’t have the stone yet — far
from it — but she had found the key.
Stories of the Tiger’s Eye gem had wound through generations,
the kinds of stories that were more legend than truth. She had
known from the beginning there was something real behind the
fantasy. The native people had hidden it so well that now no one
knew where to find it, told her that it existed, and it was everything
she hoped it would be.
One of her companions asked her if she wanted a cup of tea. She
took it gratefully, even though it was harsh and bitter. It still had the
antioxidant qualities of any ordinary black tea and a mild dose of
caffeine. She wasn’t paying much attention to the rest of her team
right now. She was too focused on the stone in her hands.
She and the local people helping her had traveled for days in
order to find this clue. It was only a small stone, but it had been
painstakingly etched with complex hieroglyphs. She hadn’t needed
very long to decipher that it was a map, and it was showing her
exactly where to find the tiger’s eye gem.
All those who had come before her had failed to find it because
they had looked for the gem itself. She had taken a different route
and searched for the key. It had been far easier to find — sitting in a
hollowed-out tree that stood alone on a rocky plain. The native
people had believed the gem would protect them, but in the end,
they went to extreme lengths to protect it.
Kara knew why. Based on the stories she’d gathered, she
theorized the stone contained a unique energy signature. It was full
of light, constantly replenishing itself. It could provide large amounts
of self-regenerative power without any pollution or environmental
effects.
A discovery like this would change the world. There would be no
further need to burn coal and trees or use gasoline that produced
contaminants. No need to produce deadly chemicals that made
batteries function. If the gem could be studied and the effects
replicated, then the planet would have a free energy source that
would never run out.
I have to find it first. She thought. She was frantic at the idea
that someone with bad intentions might find it and turn it against
the very people she was trying to help. Her hands clenched around
the small, smooth stone. She had the key now. Even if someone
could find the gem’s location before her, she doubted they could get
in.
Kara took her eyes from the fire and gazed up into the sky. She
felt so accomplished and proud of herself, and she knew, in the
coming days, she will have achieved even more. All her dreams were
coming true.
Maybe now, you’ll see me … She blinked, bringing the crystal
stars into even greater focus. Thoughts of her family came to her
bittersweetly. She loved them, and they loved her … But Kara felt
unworthy, and she always had.
As she was growing up, her parents were incredibly driven and
forceful. There were not many quiet family moments because
everyone was always too busy. Her mother worked her way up to
being a judge in the supreme court before Kara was twelve. Her
father was a doctor specializing in cancer. Over time, her siblings
had followed similar paths.
Her brother was a neurosurgeon, and her sister a pediatric
surgeon. Both of them had worked their way into their chosen fields
by the time they were twenty-five. To top it off, each of them had
found time to get married and have children. They were all
successful, rich, and extremely proud of their achievements.
And then there was Kara.
Kara’s fingers tightened on the stone. She was just as passionate
and driven as they were. She just took a different path. Kara had
always believed that studying the past could help build a better
future. She was fascinated by the dawn of man and the early
cultures. Archaeology wasn’t an easy field, and yet she showed a
talent and enthusiasm few others could match.
In her family’s eyes, none of this was enough. Kara felt herself
constantly falling behind, a disappointment instead of an asset. She
felt like her work didn’t matter to them because she wasn’t saving
lives or working to make the world better through law and politics.
Her chest ached, and her eyes burned as she thought about what it
would be like to get her hands on the tiger’s eye and finally show
them her true worth.
This discovery would impress even them, she was sure. It was a
black twist in her heart, this fear that her family did not see her
passion as a purposeful future. For years in her younger life, her
parents had set her up on a few dates. They made casual comments
about how she could at least marry and have children if she didn’t
want a decent career. She hadn’t liked any of the guys, and she felt
like they hadn’t liked her. The last one had clearly been more
interested in working for her father than in getting to know her.
This had led to her swearing off men, at least for now. She didn’t
feel like she could be girlfriend or wife material if no decent guy
wanted to date her.
She took a deep breath, held it, and let it go, slowly. She had
never been enough. This had driven her to set out to conquer every
challenge in her path. It meant a lot to her to do it alone, to be
utterly self-reliant. Through this, she would show her family the
value of archeology and the thrill of digging up the past to change
the future.
A few of her compatriots walked past, asking her if she was okay.
She nodded and waved them on. Everyone was heading to their
bedrolls to get plenty of rest for the trek up the mountain the next
day. Her crew was just as excited as she was, but she knew this
discovery actually meant far more to her than it did to any of them.
That was why she hadn’t let the key out of her hand since she had
found it.
After a few more minutes of contemplating, she stood and
stretched, dousing the flames with a scatter of soil, so they banked
low into glowing coals. She went to her bedroll and curled up in her
sleeping bag, holding the stone against her chest.
She was so close, finally. Her satisfaction at getting this far was
clouded by the fact that she wasn’t quite there yet. Could the goal
be ripped from her grasp? She pressed the stone even harder
against her chest as if she could absorb it for safekeeping. She
would not, could not, fail now.
Kara told herself that she wanted her parents and siblings to
recognize the worth of her passion, archaeology itself. She wanted
them to be impressed by the gem and to understand that it was only
through careful study and lots of hard work in her chosen field that
she was able to find it at all.
She knew, though, deep inside, that it was all a flimsy charade.
What she truly desired was to be loved and valued. She couldn’t
stand the looks on their faces, the barely disguised pity, the secret
glances they threw at each other when they thought she wasn’t
looking that plainly said, “She’s always been weak.”
Kara closed her eyes, listening to the soft sounds of the night
falling around her. She thought she would be too excited to sleep,
but it came quickly. Long days of travel, as well as the excitement,
had gotten to her and sapped her of strength. Kara slipped into
sleep with thoughts of the gem and glory in her mind. Not the great
glory that would set her above others. She didn’t believe in that. But
the self-made satisfaction that made her worthy and equal in the
eyes of her family.
THREE
BOLT
K ara was utterly furious with herself. Only now did she realize
the danger she had put herself in — as well as the other
members of her team.
Standing in front of Bolt with her hands on her hips, she felt like
she wanted to yell at him, but she couldn’t. She certainly didn’t trust
him, but her feelings were tied into a complicated knot in her chest.
I could have gotten everyone killed. Putting herself in danger was
one thing. Failing her friends was something else entirely. She should
have had guards watch over them while they slept and to help them
keep away from anyone who tried to steal the gem. It seemed so
obvious that she couldn’t help but kick herself for the oversight.
If her stubborn nature and need for self-reliance were going to
get her comrades in mortal danger, she definitely needed to
reassess. She knew the gem was valuable. That’s why she kept her
mission as secret as possible. Her assistant, Elle, and the other two
archaeologists, Razia and Hashmat, were the only ones who knew,
and she had let them down.
She realized she had been staring at Bolt for a few minutes
without saying anything. He had his arms crossed over his chest
with his eyebrows slightly raised as if he were waiting for an answer
to a question nobody had asked.
She frowned, keeping her hands on her hips as she stared him
down. Only a moment ago, he’d hauled her up the side of the
mountain, as naked as the day he was born. That sight was far
better than the trees around them.
“You can’t just barge in here and tell me that you’re my
bodyguard,” she fumed. “I can make my own way. And why were
you naked?”
The edges of his mouth curved in a smile. “What would you have
done if I hadn’t been here?”
Did he just not answer her question? The smile made her want to
slap it right off his face. She was fuming, but she had no good
answer to his comeback question.
Choke and die, most likely. End up a prisoner. Never prove
myself.
“That’s beside the point,” she snapped. “I don’t have to accept
you as a member of my team. I’m not sure I can trust you. How do I
know you aren’t working for the enemy?”
He shrugged, just a slight rise of his shoulders.
“This would be an odd way of kidnapping you if that was my
intention.”
“Maybe it’s all about the deception, getting me to find the gem
for you. If you win my trust, then you can easily take it from me.”
Kara could feel herself heating up in every possible way. Her
anger was growing out of her stubbornness and the knowledge that
she had royally fucked up. He had saved her ass, and there were no
two ways about it. The trouble was Kara had to keep getting angry.
Otherwise, she’d have to think about how attractive he was.
His hair fell in dark auburn waves that caught the sun and glinted
ruby red. His eyes were a deep emerald green that sparkled with
lights of golden flame. His regal bearing and noble stance were
having a profound effect on her.
“Kara, calm down,” he said. She exhaled sharply, her cheeks
going red.
“I will not calm down!” she cried. “How do you know my name?”
He looked puzzled. “I was told to track you and your party. I had
descriptions to go on. Of course, I recognized you.”
Kara thought quietly for a minute. An enemy agent probably
wouldn’t have had this information.
That didn’t matter, though. She had very little trust for her own
government, as well. The wrong hands could easily end up being in
her own country. She’d have to keep Bolt at a distance, and, if she
had to, she’d find a way to pass off a fake to him. She glared,
narrowing her eyes.
“Okay. I accept that. What do you know about the gem?”
“That it is powerful and coveted by many,” he said, shrugging.
“My mission is to protect you so you can do your job, not to retrieve
the gem myself.”
She nodded slowly. Bolt cocked his head to the side, listening.
“The enemy party has moved away now. Your people are
returning to the camp. We should tell them I am here and that they
do not have to worry about another attack.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” she snapped. “All the easier for
you to take it. Are you going to attack us in our sleep?”
Bolt looked at her, shaking his head in confusion. “Kara,” he said.
“That is not why I’m here, and you know it.”
She blushed furiously. Something about the way he said her
name hit her like a punch in the gut, or maybe even lower. She felt
an urge to rub her thighs together and lick her lips, but she resisted.
It cost her.
“Okay,” she said, turning back toward the camp. “Let’s go.”
She walked ahead of him, absolutely sure that she could feel his
eyes on her ass. She told herself not to be so ridiculous and kept
walking with her head held high.
Why do I even care if he’s looking at my ass?
She arrived back at the camp to find Elle, Hashmat, and Razia
slowly putting the camp back together. The two local tribesmen who
had been their guides seemed to have disappeared.
“Kara,” Elle cried, running to her. “Thank goodness you’re all
right. What happened?”
“They came for me, but this special agent sent by the
government came through at just the right time to help me hide
from them,” she said. She wasn’t going to give him too much credit.
“Who is this guy?” Elle asked, looking up at Bolt suspiciously.
“He’s Bolt … Uh, what’s your last name?” Kara kicked herself for
not asking earlier. If she had to kick herself many more times today,
she’d definitely end up bruising something.
“Stryper,” he said, holding out his hand to shake. “Bolt Stryper.”
Kara and Elle looked at him in shock.
“What a coincidence,” Kara said, at the exact same time Elle
shouted, “Bolt?”
His face fell into confusion as he looked between the two women.
Kara could relate as she flicked her gaze back and forth between Elle
and Bolt.
“Why does he have your last name?” Kara blurted, but neither of
them was listening to her.
Bolt’s face went from confusion to full-on shock. Elle slowly
clenched her fists, her face turning white.
“Oh my god!” she yelled. “Y-you’re dead. You disappeared when I
was very young.” She took a deep breath and stared at his face.
“Your scent, your eyes …”
Now that it had been pointed out, Kara could see the
resemblance. They did have the same eyes.
“Wait,” Bolt said, putting his hands up. “Just ... wait.”
“Wait for what?” Elle cried. “Oh my god! What possible excuse
can you have? We thought you were dead!”
Kara was so shocked she backed up a step. This was some deep
family shit she had been thrown into.
At least my family problems don’t involve long-lost dead relatives
coming back to life.
“Elle, I can explain ...”
“No, you can’t,” she snapped. “There is no way you can explain. I
was the one left at home with Mama and Papa. I’m the one who had
to watch Papa die a little more every day from a broken heart. I
know he was your stepfather, Bolt, but he loved you.”
Bolt blinked hard, shaking his head. Kara saw his chest tremble,
just slightly.
“Papa died?” he asked, his voice very soft. Elle shook her head,
tears pouring down her cheeks.
“He might as well have. He has barely moved for years. He
watches the horizon as if you’re going to come back to him. He
knew you were dead, he knew it, but part of him never accepted it.”
Elle shook her head, stepping back. She raised her hands as if to
deny the entire situation, especially Bolt’s existence.
“I can’t believe this. I can’t!” She cried. She turned and ran back
into the camp, ignoring Razia and Hashmat, who tried to ask her
what was wrong. They turned to Bolt and Kara, staring at them with
puzzled expressions on their faces. Kara sighed.
“That’s really not how I expected first introductions to go,” Kara
muttered.
“Me neither,” Bolt said, his shoulders sagging. “I never dreamed
that I’d run into my family again. If Papa ...”
He glanced at Kara, his eyes flashing cold green. It was as if he
had just realized he was about to open up and caught himself just in
time. He shook his head.
“I’m here to complete a mission,” he said. His voice was firm.
“Introduce me to the rest of your team, and we will plan our next
steps.”
“Okay,” Kara said, starting to walk with him back to the campsite.
She didn’t see how anyone would be able to focus on the mission
after this, but she was still committed. Bolt might have just saved
their asses … but was he worth it? She couldn’t help thinking it
would be better if he had never come.
Her eyes slid to the side to take another glimpse at him. Her
tongue crept to the corner of her mouth as she admired his long
powerful stride and lovely, strong hands.
No matter what turmoil he had brought, for better or worse, she
was glad he was here. He stirred something in her she had never felt
before, and she knew any danger, any heartbreak he brought with
him was more than worth it, just to be near him and discover this
new yearning that had bloomed inside her.
FIVE
BOLT
K ara continued to walk next to Bolt but tried to contain her rage
as they moved along the path. It was driving her mad that he
refused to give her any information. She was doing her best to
remain reasonable, but he wasn’t being reasonable in response,
which didn’t help things.
It was her fucking expedition, so it would be her fault if anything
happened to any of her team members. She had worked too hard to
let some man come in and think he could take over.
Kara moved to the back of the line to give herself a break. She
stood next to Elle, whose face was red and irritable.
“Are you doing okay?” Kara asked.
Elle shook her head.
“Honestly, I’m pretty pissed. This is a fucked-up way to figure out
that your brother isn’t dead,” Elle replied.
Kara nodded. She could only imagine. “I’m sorry, Elle,” Kara said.
She reached her arm out and wrapped it around her friend’s
shoulders. Elle leaned into her briefly as they walked.
When she lifted her head, Kara took the opportunity to ask a few
questions.
“So what was all that blood about?” Kara inquired.
Elle frowned, recalling the event, then turned her face toward the
ground.
“Oh, the blood on his face, you mean?” Elle said.
Kara nodded but sensed there was something her friend was
keeping from her. Elle had always said that Kara was her mentor, so
it was odd that she would hold off on any helpful information she
had on her brother.
“Yeah, I don’t know what that was about,” Elle replied. “More
crap for him not to tell us about, eh?”
Kara rolled her eyes, and the two women chuckled together. Kara
decided to leave the topic for now — perhaps there was something
between the siblings she had yet to discover.
Half an hour later, Bolt stopped the group entirely. He pointed to
something on the side of the mountain, then cupped his hand to
bellow.
“I think there’s a cave up ahead,” he said. “I’m going to check it
out first. Stay here, everyone!”
Kara felt some relief as her feet had been killing her. But she
wasn’t going to show any of that gratitude to Bolt. She stood with
her team and reassured them as they waited for Bolt to survey the
scene.
He returned a few minutes later, giving them all a thumbs up.
Kara moved to the front of the line, attempting to reassert her
dominance within the group.
“What’s going on?” Kara asked.
Bolt looked down at her in a far too condescending way for Kara
to accept.
“I found a cave,” Bolt said. “I think it’ll be good for us to stay
there for the night. Get some rest.”
Kara nodded. He wasn’t wrong, but she wasn’t going to let him
know how tired she felt. She turned back to the team and reiterated
what he had just told her.
“We’re going to camp out for the night,” Kara said, projecting her
voice. “We will get going again in the morning.”
Elle and her team nodded then followed her toward the cave.
Bolt was already making his way to the mountain entrance.
Kara didn’t care how he was feeling. If he was going to be
stubborn and not give her any info, she was going to be stubborn
back.
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robe de chambre, je posai sur un fauteuil une des plus jolies jambes
qu’il soit possible de voir, et je désignai à leur attention une paire de
culottes jaunes, insigne de mes honorables fonctions.
Toinette et son camarade, qui savaient apprécier une bonne
plaisanterie, joignirent leurs rires aux miens dans un long et bruyant
concert. Quant au vieux Grippart, le garde du commerce, je crus qu’il
allait se trouver mal. On sait que les huissiers, les gardes du
commerce et les recors, viennent rarement au monde avec une
physionomie réjouissante ; mais jamais aucun de ces aimables
fonctionnaires n’a eu une mine aussi piteuse que le représentant du
sieur Jacques-François Lebrun, de Paris.
J’entendis le bruit d’un cabriolet qui passait sous la porte
cochère. Je ne m’étais pas dévoué en vain : j’avais sauvé mon
maître !
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GRIPPART PREND SA REVANCHE
» Mathilde.
« Milord,
» En réponse à la demande que vous m’avez faite de la
main de miss Griffin pour votre fils, je ne puis que vous
répéter ce que j’ai déjà eu l’honneur de vous dire de vive voix.
Je crois qu’une union avec une personne du caractère de
l’Honorable Percy Cinqpoints serait loin de contribuer au
bonheur de Mathilde. Je refuse donc mon consentement. Je
vous prie de communiquer à M. Cinqpoints la résolution que
j’ai prise, et de vouloir bien vous abstenir désormais d’un
sujet de conversation qui, vous ne l’ignorez pas, ne saurait
m’être agréable.
» Agréez, je vous prie, etc.
» L. E. Griffin. »
» Percy Cinqpoints.
(Note du traducteur.)
« Ma Mathilde adorée,
» H. P. C. »
» M. G. »