Everything comes back to her. Right now we need her alive, but once we have the answers—”
“All bets are off,” Ana’s voice bit through. Bitterness and anger hardened the soft features of her face.
“I won’t tell you again, Ana. Leave her alone. She has no memory of her life, she has no answers for you, and I don’t trust you around her. You can’t be objective where she’s concerned.”
Jaxon clenched his teeth together as his anger got the better of him.
“The sun is waking up. I need to rest.”
Ana abruptly turned on her heel and headed toward the private quarters, where they each had their own space. “Thanks for the warm welcome, Castille…so glad to be back.”
Her voice gently drifted back toward them and Jaxon swore in frustration. She was the one person he had no desire to alienate. He had lost his cousin the day Diego died, but Ana…she had lost so much more.
Roughly, he ran his hands through the black hair on top of his head. Weariness was starting to settle into his bones, and he knew he needed sleep in order to function properly.
“You should get some rest too, Dec. We’ll start fresh in a few hours.”
Jaxon turned and headed toward his own room, pausing as the urge to check on Libby tore through his body. He had to physically force himself to follow in Ana’s footsteps.
He reached his quarters and tiredly flopped onto the bed, dirty clothes and all. His eyes closed and he was immediately assaulted with images of Libby.
The sight of her blond hair floating lazily along the top of the water as she sank beneath its cold dark surface was one he’d like to forget he’d ever witnessed.
He had tried to convince himself over the last few years that she never meant anything to him. That Libby Jamieson was nothing more then a woman he’d had sex with. Great sex, actually, but nothing more. He was a jaguar, and like most of his kind, had somewhat insatiable needs. Women were like candy. They were gobbled up and spat out when the flavor began to get stale.
He had first met Libby when she was called in to work with his team on an assignment in China. She’d been trained in the paranormal sector at Quantico, even though she was wholly human.
She’d been a kick-ass trainee, and came to his unit highly recommended. She thought quickly on her feet, was amazing in hand-to-hand combat, and her pale beauty was an added bonus.
Most men, whether human or other, were easily led astray and thought with their dicks when a beautiful woman was about. She’d been used many times to trap a target, and after a few months of working together, Jaxon had been unable to resist her charms.
They’d fallen into a passionate, sometimes volatilerelationship that lasted two years. They fought and then had the most amazing makeup sex ever. She even embraced the jaguar that lived inside of him.
Jaxon groaned, feeling his groin tighten as memories of pounding his cock deep into her body flooded his mind. She had been wildly passionate, funny, annoying, and tender. She lived life to the fullest, and with her, he had felt complete in a way he’d never experienced before.
But then, like all females, she had wanted more than he could give, and the last few months had not been great. They fought a lot. She wanted the white picket fence, and he didn’t.
Up to that point he had never envisioned a life shared with anyone. He knew that when he took a mate, it would be forever, and he just wasn’t ready for that. His life was and always had been the hunt.
The last night they spent together had been more volatile than most. He grunted, trying to force the memories away. But it was impossible.
She’d been so emotional in the preceding weeks. Either up or down. There was no pleasing Libby, but even he was shocked to find out that she’d applied for a transfer to a different unit.
At the time, he was getting ready to take off with Declan and Diego. The mission was routine. Ana hadn’t been involved, and
“All bets are off,” Ana’s voice bit through. Bitterness and anger hardened the soft features of her face.
“I won’t tell you again, Ana. Leave her alone. She has no memory of her life, she has no answers for you, and I don’t trust you around her. You can’t be objective where she’s concerned.”
Jaxon clenched his teeth together as his anger got the better of him.
“The sun is waking up. I need to rest.”
Ana abruptly turned on her heel and headed toward the private quarters, where they each had their own space. “Thanks for the warm welcome, Castille…so glad to be back.”
Her voice gently drifted back toward them and Jaxon swore in frustration. She was the one person he had no desire to alienate. He had lost his cousin the day Diego died, but Ana…she had lost so much more.
Roughly, he ran his hands through the black hair on top of his head. Weariness was starting to settle into his bones, and he knew he needed sleep in order to function properly.
“You should get some rest too, Dec. We’ll start fresh in a few hours.”
Jaxon turned and headed toward his own room, pausing as the urge to check on Libby tore through his body. He had to physically force himself to follow in Ana’s footsteps.
He reached his quarters and tiredly flopped onto the bed, dirty clothes and all. His eyes closed and he was immediately assaulted with images of Libby.
The sight of her blond hair floating lazily along the top of the water as she sank beneath its cold dark surface was one he’d like to forget he’d ever witnessed.
He had tried to convince himself over the last few years that she never meant anything to him. That Libby Jamieson was nothing more then a woman he’d had sex with. Great sex, actually, but nothing more. He was a jaguar, and like most of his kind, had somewhat insatiable needs. Women were like candy. They were gobbled up and spat out when the flavor began to get stale.
He had first met Libby when she was called in to work with his team on an assignment in China. She’d been trained in the paranormal sector at Quantico, even though she was wholly human.
She’d been a kick-ass trainee, and came to his unit highly recommended. She thought quickly on her feet, was amazing in hand-to-hand combat, and her pale beauty was an added bonus.
Most men, whether human or other, were easily led astray and thought with their dicks when a beautiful woman was about. She’d been used many times to trap a target, and after a few months of working together, Jaxon had been unable to resist her charms.
They’d fallen into a passionate, sometimes volatilerelationship that lasted two years. They fought and then had the most amazing makeup sex ever. She even embraced the jaguar that lived inside of him.
Jaxon groaned, feeling his groin tighten as memories of pounding his cock deep into her body flooded his mind. She had been wildly passionate, funny, annoying, and tender. She lived life to the fullest, and with her, he had felt complete in a way he’d never experienced before.
But then, like all females, she had wanted more than he could give, and the last few months had not been great. They fought a lot. She wanted the white picket fence, and he didn’t.
Up to that point he had never envisioned a life shared with anyone. He knew that when he took a mate, it would be forever, and he just wasn’t ready for that. His life was and always had been the hunt.
The last night they spent together had been more volatile than most. He grunted, trying to force the memories away. But it was impossible.
She’d been so emotional in the preceding weeks. Either up or down. There was no pleasing Libby, but even he was shocked to find out that she’d applied for a transfer to a different unit.
At the time, he was getting ready to take off with Declan and Diego. The mission was routine. Ana hadn’t been involved, and
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