foremost. Her father, although she loved him and believed he only sought to use his work for good, had harmed the very people he had been trying to help.
Now she sought out a way to outsmart a man who could out-strategize the best of the best. She almost laughed. She didn’t have a chance. The vials of drugs she’d brought along weren’t as fast acting as the one she’d used on Dare, and even those were packed away in the bag she’d dropped next to the couch.
Life was full of tragedy. The most terrible part of hers ending today would be missing the chance to discover if Daren Scott truly meant her kisses were vital.
Chapter Five
If Dare hadn’t been watching Kylie to the exclusion of all else, he wouldn’t have spotted the fear that slid across her face at Tazz’s words. She blinked rapidly and frowned at him, then fixed her attention on Tazz with that look he’d seen before—the look like no matter what happened, he wouldn’t care if she lived or died. For some reason, what Tazz had said terrified her.
He glanced at his buddy. Tazz could hide a lot of things from people—hell, the man was a master at disguise when he wanted to be—but a pissed off Texan wasn’t easy to hide. Like the state, Tazz’s temper was big, and right now, that anger was fixed on Kylie.
Why? She’d said no more, but no less, than other people they’d interrogated. Why did her lack of answers piss Tazz off? Whatever had caused it, it was time for him to diffuse the situation before it blew.
“You didn’t know Tazz knew your dad, huh? I haven’t met him, but I’ve heard he’s one of the top scientists and works closely with several US departments.” Dare shifted in his seat, uncomfortably aware that he didn’t know nearly enough of what was going on. He should have been debriefed on more of this stuff. Tazz hadn’t mentioned he knew Ky’s father. Hell, Dare barely knew what her father did, let alone why she would be able to market his stuff or what that stuff was. He was beginning to think it was some kind of meds, or perhaps some kind of testing on soldiers. He’d heard rumors of such things, but he’d yet to hear any facts on it.
“Your father went missing two days ago. Since then, you’ve been very busy, haven’t you, Ms. Chung?” Tazz asked quietly.
“You can trust us, Kylie. We’re the good guys,” Dare added with a look at Tazz.
Tazz ignored him.
His attempt at stabilizing the situation was met with such a cold, hard stare from Kylie, he didn’t offer more. What did he know about trust? He barely knew what Tazz had gone through six years ago, and now he’d learned his buddy knew her father. And from the sound of it, Tazz knew much more. He’d known her father’s address. Dare would bet his left nut, Tazz had even been to that apartment before. Had he been to Hiroshima too?
“You were one of his subjects,” Kylie murmured after more silence.
Dare’s mouth would have fallen open if he’d not been clenching his jaw in frustration at so many unknowns. Suddenly, entire gaps of information came to light.
Subjects . Shit, that did not sound good. She didn’t seem to think so either. Her beautiful forehead furrowed between her eyebrows, and her dark eyes shined with more fear than he liked seeing. Why fear though? Was she afraid of Tazz, what he was saying or something else entirely?
Tazz’s face was flushed darker now, but he nodded once, meeting her eyes quickly before going back to staring at the floor between his spread knees. He appeared relaxed, but the way he hid his face sent a knot of worry through Dare. What kinds of things had been done to Tazz? Why had he allowed it? Shit, who would allow scientists to work on them like a guinea pig?
A man who was dead to everyone he’d ever cared about. The thought settled in Daren’s head and increased his worry. Until two years ago, Tazz had been dead to even him—all the team—and to this day, he refused to acknowledge that he was the same man,
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