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side, but his interest was centered on
Faust Kemlec like everyone else’s. “Just shoot him up with some
werewolf saliva and you’ll have your second specimen.”
    “I will have to wait for him to recover
enough to handle that kind of trauma.”
    “You’re always stalling.” Kemlec moved away
from taunting the wolven to point a finger at Drake. A couple of
other arriving scientists stopped to gawk at the scene. “I want my
werewolf flu perfected.”
    “And you will have it soon. That does not
change the fact that the subject needs to not be near death before
I administer the dose.” The scent of the lie wafted into Naomi’s
cage. It was his first real slip-up. The scientist was good. None
of the psychics had the ability to tell lie from truth, or someone
would have called him on it.
    “What about the cats?” Kemlec looked a bit
suspicious, but seemed to be willing to be wavering. “Won’t they be
a distraction?”
    With that question, Drake regained control.
He walked away to his desk to gather up his all-important
clipboard. “Mr. Kemlec. Are you questioning my abilities?” He sounded supremely offended.
    “No. Of course not, doctor.” Kemlec was
quick to reassure his suddenly prima donna scientist. He patted the
air with his hands. “It was just a question. Perhaps, I’ll just
leave you to it?”
    “Yes. Do that,” answered Dr. Drake glowering
through his glasses over the edge of the clipboard.
    “No!” a late arriving scientist hurried in
waving his hands. Sanderson, in all his pudgy balding glory, cut
off Kemlec’s escape. “No, no, no. You said I would get the
next ones. Me.” He pointed at the still angry wolven in the cage.
“I’ve worked hard for new subjects. I’ve put in requisition after
requisition. I have nothing. And the new guy gets them? That’s not
fair!”
    Kemlec stared him down, dismissing the
scientist as if he were nothing. A irritating fly. Sticking his
hands in his pockets, he pulled his cell phone out of one and
placed it against his ear. The other hand jingled change. Dialing
out, he gave the wolven a last look before strolling out of the
room. “Marie. Cancel any tours for the month. Maintenance has to do
a little remodeling in the lobby. Oh, yes. Set up some interviews
and classes for night guardsmen. We have three openings. We should
probably post internally first for the manager position, but I
really would like another psychic hired…”

Chapter Five
    As the day wore on, it was obvious to Naomi
that Drake was staying as far away from the angry wolven as
possible. She would have thought that he would want to help settle
his fellow wolf. Instead, he busied himself with an IV for the
unconscious psychic on the gurney while he let the prisoner bang at
the cage until the poor creature was worn out. Occasionally he
growled low; the sound vibrated in the air.
    Her temples throbbed as she tried to process
everything she’d learned. Would Drake go so far with his role as to
actually turn the psychic? Because of the close confines on the
work area he ended up pushing the gurney closer to the cages, right
in front of her door. Naomi got her first clear look at the injured
man.
    Shock hit her with the impact of a truck.
She crept forward until she had a clear view. Unlike a lot of
psychics, the unconscious man wasn’t a physical weakling. He looked
like he worked out, but was still very lean. This close she could
see that underneath the bruises and the oxygen mask Drake had
affixed, he was a pleasant blend of strong, yet ordinary masculine
features. His neatly trimmed dark hair was thick and mussed,
inviting her fingers to smooth the locks into place. She knew if he
opened his eyes and looked at her, they would be dark and
serious.
    The only thing keeping the overwhelming
sense of déjà vu from sweeping her away in her dream memories was
hum of his psychic gift charging the air. The particular aroma of
psychic was cloying, drawing the attention of every supernatural