eyes as she valiantly fought to be brave.
He didn’t blink.
His eyes didn’t fill with tears.
But his throat tightened with an emotion that came only when those dark memories intruded once again. Emotions he refused to let in again, regrets he refused to revisit.
“Her shadows have evaporated. Their location was deserted by the time our teams arrived.”
Gideon wasn’t certain of the face that went with the voice. He didn’t dare risk activating the video portion of the bug at the moment.
“Then we have no idea who they are, or what she’s a part of,” Jonas growled.
“Not yet,” the Breed answered. “We’re working on it.”
“Let me know the minute you have news,” Jonas ordered.
A second later, the sound of a door closing was heard then silence filled the room.
Gideon risked checking the vid-device strapped on his wrist then.
The picture came through: the image of Jonas standing at the glass sliding doors, his back to the vid-screen, hands propped arrogantly on his hips.
He was a worthy if challenging adversary.
There were days Gideon wondered…
Jonas turned, his gaze centering on the screen as his lips quirked.
“Fucking Peeping Tom,” he said, his tone icy. “Come out, Gideon, I dare you.”
Deactivating the monitor, Gideon grimaced.
Hell, he hadn’t expected that.
Somehow, Jonas had known that bug was there.
Gideon couldn’t trust any of the information he’d gained in the past few hours now. Not that much had really come through.
Liza Johnson knew nothing, and the Alphas of the Breed communities were all in one location.
Not a fucking sliver of information was worth using now.
It was almost amusing.
He had been butting heads with Jonas Wyatt in one way or another for two years now. They were pretty even actually, when it came to wins and losses against each other.
He thought Jonas might see it another way.
Gideon had information Jonas wanted, information he thought he needed.
Gideon could tell him there was nothing anyone knew—even Honor and Fawn and Judd—that could help him.
Brandenmore had injected the child, there was no doubt about that. The little girl Jonas had taken as his own had become an experiment and had never stepped into a lab.
“Come on, Gideon.” The audio link was still activated. “I know you still have a link in here. Face me. Face me with what you have and I’ll help you with what you need.”
Gideon deactivated the link.
He didn’t want to hear the dares, the challenges or the child’s whimpering cries.
Jonas Wyatt had nothing he wanted—
Yet.
CHAPTER 4
Maneuvering the classic Harley through the crowded parking lot of the Desert Rose, Stygian let a grimace twist his lips at the thought of entering the building.
He was a solitary sort of Breed. He had rarely worked with more than a four-man team until joining the Bureau of Breed Affairs.
He didn’t like crowds and he didn’t like the press of dozens or more human bodies bearing down on him, as they seemed to do in nightclubs and bars.
But tonight, Liza was in there.
His mate.
Son of a bitch, he hadn’t expected to find his mate in this sunbaked land.
Hell, he hadn’t expected to find his mate at all, actually.
Parking the Harley and engaging the anti-theft security, he stepped from the motorcycle, all too aware of the gazes locked on him.
Customers had spilled from the bar, some to socialize, a few to make their way to their vehicles, while two couples in the shadows had been making out with heated lust. Hell, if he had Liza stretched out in the back of a pickup, the last thing he’d have on his mind was some mangy Breed who had just pulled in.
Pushing back the long strands of hair that had fallen over his forehead, he made his way to the entrance and stepped inside. Narrowing his gaze, he searched the interior until he found her.
A growl rumbled in his throat at the sight of the four men she was sitting with.
Deputy Cullen Maverick, a former Special Forces demolitions
He didn’t blink.
His eyes didn’t fill with tears.
But his throat tightened with an emotion that came only when those dark memories intruded once again. Emotions he refused to let in again, regrets he refused to revisit.
“Her shadows have evaporated. Their location was deserted by the time our teams arrived.”
Gideon wasn’t certain of the face that went with the voice. He didn’t dare risk activating the video portion of the bug at the moment.
“Then we have no idea who they are, or what she’s a part of,” Jonas growled.
“Not yet,” the Breed answered. “We’re working on it.”
“Let me know the minute you have news,” Jonas ordered.
A second later, the sound of a door closing was heard then silence filled the room.
Gideon risked checking the vid-device strapped on his wrist then.
The picture came through: the image of Jonas standing at the glass sliding doors, his back to the vid-screen, hands propped arrogantly on his hips.
He was a worthy if challenging adversary.
There were days Gideon wondered…
Jonas turned, his gaze centering on the screen as his lips quirked.
“Fucking Peeping Tom,” he said, his tone icy. “Come out, Gideon, I dare you.”
Deactivating the monitor, Gideon grimaced.
Hell, he hadn’t expected that.
Somehow, Jonas had known that bug was there.
Gideon couldn’t trust any of the information he’d gained in the past few hours now. Not that much had really come through.
Liza Johnson knew nothing, and the Alphas of the Breed communities were all in one location.
Not a fucking sliver of information was worth using now.
It was almost amusing.
He had been butting heads with Jonas Wyatt in one way or another for two years now. They were pretty even actually, when it came to wins and losses against each other.
He thought Jonas might see it another way.
Gideon had information Jonas wanted, information he thought he needed.
Gideon could tell him there was nothing anyone knew—even Honor and Fawn and Judd—that could help him.
Brandenmore had injected the child, there was no doubt about that. The little girl Jonas had taken as his own had become an experiment and had never stepped into a lab.
“Come on, Gideon.” The audio link was still activated. “I know you still have a link in here. Face me. Face me with what you have and I’ll help you with what you need.”
Gideon deactivated the link.
He didn’t want to hear the dares, the challenges or the child’s whimpering cries.
Jonas Wyatt had nothing he wanted—
Yet.
CHAPTER 4
Maneuvering the classic Harley through the crowded parking lot of the Desert Rose, Stygian let a grimace twist his lips at the thought of entering the building.
He was a solitary sort of Breed. He had rarely worked with more than a four-man team until joining the Bureau of Breed Affairs.
He didn’t like crowds and he didn’t like the press of dozens or more human bodies bearing down on him, as they seemed to do in nightclubs and bars.
But tonight, Liza was in there.
His mate.
Son of a bitch, he hadn’t expected to find his mate in this sunbaked land.
Hell, he hadn’t expected to find his mate at all, actually.
Parking the Harley and engaging the anti-theft security, he stepped from the motorcycle, all too aware of the gazes locked on him.
Customers had spilled from the bar, some to socialize, a few to make their way to their vehicles, while two couples in the shadows had been making out with heated lust. Hell, if he had Liza stretched out in the back of a pickup, the last thing he’d have on his mind was some mangy Breed who had just pulled in.
Pushing back the long strands of hair that had fallen over his forehead, he made his way to the entrance and stepped inside. Narrowing his gaze, he searched the interior until he found her.
A growl rumbled in his throat at the sight of the four men she was sitting with.
Deputy Cullen Maverick, a former Special Forces demolitions
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