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chosen for the
job offer but…”
    She looked up, her eyebrows knitting
together. “But?”
    “Had you not been the best qualified for
the job, Doctor, it would not have been offered to you despite the fact you and
he were fated to be together.” He pushed back his chair. “All right. Let’s take
that excursion into the bowels of the facility so you can get a gander at your
patients-to-be.”
    * * * * *
    Kayle stood at the two-way mirror and
stared at the woman who was Darkyn Sorn’s life-mate. He knew she could sense
his presence for she was staring right back at him with unblinking calm and
lips that were pressed tightly together. She was, without doubt, feeling the
animosity that was rolling off him in waves and was quite possibly interpreting
that as potential danger. He’d made no attempt to communicate with her to
alleviate any misconceptions that might be forming in her mind—a mind that was
completely shut down to him. He wasn’t sure he was ready to interact with her
or that it was advisable. As yet, Sorn had not met her but the Reaper was on
his way and Kayle was curious to see their reaction to one another.
    “She’ll be his Extension,” Nash Wilder,
Chief of Agent Operations at Tearmann, had informed the Nightwind.
    “She’s a witch,” Kayle clarified.
    “A very powerful one,” Nash replied.
    “Human?”
    “Entirely.”
    “Not a Hell-hag?” Even saying the term sent
shivers of unease through Kayle.
    “No connection whatsoever,” Nash answered,
knowing why Kayle was asking.
    He could breathe a little easier knowing
Sorn’s woman wasn’t one of those who had turned his unlife into a living hell.
    “Is she going to take the job?”
    Nash shrugged. “To be honest, Rand, I can’t
tell. Her mind is like a vault. I’m afraid my psi abilities are worthless on
her.”
    As he stared at the lovely woman glaring
back at him, he hated to admit his own abilities were no better than Wilder’s
in regard to the witch.
    I know what you are .
    He smiled nastily because she’d given in
first. Yeah and I know what you are, baby , he sent back to her.
    Stay away from me .
    Randon nodded. With pleasure .
    The door to the interrogation room opened
and the Reaper appeared. He stopped dead still as he got a look at the woman who
had turned toward him.
    “You didn’t know she was here,” Kayle
mumbled. “Interesting. You knew mine was here but not yours.”
    This situation had the Supervisor’s
machinations stamped all over it.
    “Ellery Vance,” he heard the woman say. She
held out her hand.
    “Darkyn Sorn,” the Reaper replied as he
took her hand in his.
    “You are my Extension.”
    “I am your life-mate,” Sorn told her and
brought her hand to his lips.
    “State the obvious, asswipe,” Kayle said
with a snort and Sorn’s attention flicked to the mirror.
    “Get the hell out of there, Breakwind,”
Sorn ordered.
    “Go fuck yourself,” Kayle replied. “I’m not
going anywhere.”
    “Allow me,” the witch said and with a wave
of her hand, the glass became black as ebony and all sound vanished.
    “Huh,” Kayle grunted, impressed. The bitch
had some serious game and would need watching.
    Unable to penetrate whatever force field
the little witch had generated, Kayle left the viewing room. Hands dug into the
pockets of his black jeans, he sent his mind on a search for his own woman and
found her at the Supervisor’s side on the lowest level of the facility. He
stopped and willed himself into mist. It was faster to travel that way.
    * * * * *
    They were on Level Five, the medical floor.
It was also where the morgue was located.
    “There are five other physicians in
residence here. When you are on board, you’ll be assigned a twelve-on-forty-eight-off
schedule. We’ve been pulling physicians from the Exchange and Baybridge on a
rotating basis to maintain that schedule for those physicians already here,”
the Supervisor informed her. “And if necessary, we can pull them from the