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“No?”
“Do you want the truth?” She could glimpse his cat deep in his eyes, the beast studying her with the intensity of a predator on the verge of consuming its prey. “Once I say it, I can’t take it back.”
The world came to a halt. Not just a halt, but a screeching halt.
Was he implying…
Something close to panic had her abruptly changing the subject.
“Where are the others?”
He smiled with wry resignation before he gave her fingers another lingering kiss.
“With the Healers.”
A sizzle of raw arousal scalded her at his light caress, but Indy grimly refused to be distracted.
“Why?” she demanded, her voice hard with suspicion. “Were they hurt?”
He made a sound of annoyance, as if offended by her question.
“Of course not. We wanted to run some tests.”
Indy was instantly outraged, trying to tug her hand free so she could give him another slug.
“Damn you.”
Rolling his eyes, he leaned to the side and grabbed a wooden figurine.
“Here.” He pressed the carving into her hand and curled her fingers around it. “If you’re going to hit me then use this.”
She glanced down in confusion. “Why?”
“I don’t want you to hurt your hand.”
Well, damn.
Her anger floundered as she heaved a deep sigh. Then, lifting her head, she met his steady gaze.
“I told you what happened to them in New York,” she breathed. “How could you put them through that again?”
He cupped her cheek in his palm, running his thumb down the stubborn line of her jaw.
“Absolutely nothing is being done to them without their full consent,” he assured her.
Indy wasn’t impressed. These Pantera hadn’t been there when she’d found little Caleb strapped to his bed and so filthy she could barely see his skin. Or Nadia who was so terrified she hadn’t spoken for nearly a year. Or little Willa who’d been trapped in a cage…
“Why can’t you leave them alone? They’ve been through enough.”
His thumb traced the curve of her lower lip. “Indy, we need to make sure they don’t have any damage from the experiments they were forced to endure.”
She stilled. Okay. Maybe it was a good thing the Healers could make sure they were all right. But that didn’t mean for a second she believed that was the only reason they were in the Wildlands.
“And that’s all?” she prodded.
He hesitated, as if choosing his words with care. No doubt a good thing. Indy was eager to use any excuse to try and make him the enemy.
How else was she going to resist the unnerving need to crawl into his lap and never leave?
“I’ll admit that we hope to discover what Locke and his men were trying to achieve,” he finally admitted.
“What does it matter?”
His fingers lightly skimmed downward, lingering on the pulse that pounded at the base of her throat.
“Once we know the end-game it might help us track down the people responsible.”
She gave a slow nod. In the beginning she’d considered it her personal mission to find the men who’d created the labs and destroy them. Even if it cost her life, she was going to rid the world of the bastards.
Experience, however, had taught her that the organization was way too large, and too well-funded for her to tackle alone.
Having the Pantera out for blood was something she could actually cheer. As long as they didn’t use her people to gain their revenge.
“You’ll let them leave whenever they want?” she pressed.
His fingers moved down her shoulder, his expression distracted.
“As long as they promise not to reveal our weakness to malachite.”
Hmm. That seemed way too easy. “No tricks?”
“No tricks.” His exploring fingers continued down her arm, his lips curling in satisfaction as a tremor shook her body. “But I’m not so sure they’re going to want to leave.”
She sucked in a shuddering breath, barely capable of concentrating on his words as he retraced a path back up her arm.
His skin was so hot. And his musky scent was
“No?”
“Do you want the truth?” She could glimpse his cat deep in his eyes, the beast studying her with the intensity of a predator on the verge of consuming its prey. “Once I say it, I can’t take it back.”
The world came to a halt. Not just a halt, but a screeching halt.
Was he implying…
Something close to panic had her abruptly changing the subject.
“Where are the others?”
He smiled with wry resignation before he gave her fingers another lingering kiss.
“With the Healers.”
A sizzle of raw arousal scalded her at his light caress, but Indy grimly refused to be distracted.
“Why?” she demanded, her voice hard with suspicion. “Were they hurt?”
He made a sound of annoyance, as if offended by her question.
“Of course not. We wanted to run some tests.”
Indy was instantly outraged, trying to tug her hand free so she could give him another slug.
“Damn you.”
Rolling his eyes, he leaned to the side and grabbed a wooden figurine.
“Here.” He pressed the carving into her hand and curled her fingers around it. “If you’re going to hit me then use this.”
She glanced down in confusion. “Why?”
“I don’t want you to hurt your hand.”
Well, damn.
Her anger floundered as she heaved a deep sigh. Then, lifting her head, she met his steady gaze.
“I told you what happened to them in New York,” she breathed. “How could you put them through that again?”
He cupped her cheek in his palm, running his thumb down the stubborn line of her jaw.
“Absolutely nothing is being done to them without their full consent,” he assured her.
Indy wasn’t impressed. These Pantera hadn’t been there when she’d found little Caleb strapped to his bed and so filthy she could barely see his skin. Or Nadia who was so terrified she hadn’t spoken for nearly a year. Or little Willa who’d been trapped in a cage…
“Why can’t you leave them alone? They’ve been through enough.”
His thumb traced the curve of her lower lip. “Indy, we need to make sure they don’t have any damage from the experiments they were forced to endure.”
She stilled. Okay. Maybe it was a good thing the Healers could make sure they were all right. But that didn’t mean for a second she believed that was the only reason they were in the Wildlands.
“And that’s all?” she prodded.
He hesitated, as if choosing his words with care. No doubt a good thing. Indy was eager to use any excuse to try and make him the enemy.
How else was she going to resist the unnerving need to crawl into his lap and never leave?
“I’ll admit that we hope to discover what Locke and his men were trying to achieve,” he finally admitted.
“What does it matter?”
His fingers lightly skimmed downward, lingering on the pulse that pounded at the base of her throat.
“Once we know the end-game it might help us track down the people responsible.”
She gave a slow nod. In the beginning she’d considered it her personal mission to find the men who’d created the labs and destroy them. Even if it cost her life, she was going to rid the world of the bastards.
Experience, however, had taught her that the organization was way too large, and too well-funded for her to tackle alone.
Having the Pantera out for blood was something she could actually cheer. As long as they didn’t use her people to gain their revenge.
“You’ll let them leave whenever they want?” she pressed.
His fingers moved down her shoulder, his expression distracted.
“As long as they promise not to reveal our weakness to malachite.”
Hmm. That seemed way too easy. “No tricks?”
“No tricks.” His exploring fingers continued down her arm, his lips curling in satisfaction as a tremor shook her body. “But I’m not so sure they’re going to want to leave.”
She sucked in a shuddering breath, barely capable of concentrating on his words as he retraced a path back up her arm.
His skin was so hot. And his musky scent was
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