Dangerous Attraction: Part Three (Aegis Group) by Sidney Bristol Page A

shoulders.
    “But what about Priscilla?” She blinked up at him.
    “Think about Paul right now, okay?”
    How could she, when Wendy was gone again?
    “What’s going to happen to Priscilla? She has a son.” She let Travis pull her to her feet. She glanced over her shoulder, unable to stop looking at Priscilla, willing the woman to get up. But she didn’t.
    “They’ll call the coroner to come pick her up. We need to move so the cops can do their job.”
    He guided her inside and stood guard while she washed her hands in the kitchen sink. The house was abuzz with activity now. Officers strode back and forth, agents on the phone.
    “Bliss—we just heard.” Her mother and father rushed into the kitchen, elbowing Travis out of the way and surrounding her. They meant to be comforting, but their nearness suffocated her.
    “They’re following him now,” Travis said.
    “You should leave,” Bliss’ father said, scowling at Travis.
    “What good are you?” Bliss’ mother wheeled on him. “You were supposed to keep my daughter safe. Now she’s gone again, because you couldn’t protect her.”
    “Mom, Mom.” Bliss held onto her mother, wrapping her arms around her. “It’s not Travis’ fault.”
    “No, it’s okay. I’ll go.” Travis backed away.
    The man Bliss loved. This was a shit way of introducing them.
    Paul chose that moment to let out a big wail.
    “Oh, I know, honey, I know.” Mom scooped Paul out of his carrier and cradled him to her chest.
    Wendy was gone. Right out from under their noses.

7.
    W endy huddled in the back seat of yet another car. She’d lost count around the second or third. Time blurred together. She had no idea where they were, except she could still see the casinos in the distance. All she knew was that Carlos was in the trunk, safe and unhurt.
    What had Priscilla done? What had he done to her?
    “We’re here,” Daniel announced.
    He pulled the car under a metal carport that stretched several yards to her left. The buildings around them were warehouses, big metal structures. The street was empty of traffic or pedestrians, just them. No one to cry out to for help or report them to the cops.
    She clutched her bound hands to her chest. The tracker was still there, attached to her bra strap. Priscilla had known. She’d even asked, ensuring the device was on her.
    Wendy couldn’t fault Priscilla for what she’d done. If Daniel threatened her family, Wendy knew the lengths to which she was willing to go to keep them safe.
    “Where are we?” she asked.
    “Here.”
    “What about Carlos?”
    “Don’t fucking worry about him.” Rage laced his voice.
    She flinched away, pressing her back against the door.
    “Don’t do that, don’t be afraid.” His tone gentled, and he reached for her, his hands careful as he patted her arm and then her shoulder. “Come here. Come here. I had to do it, so we could be together. You were made for me. This is how it’s supposed to be.”
    “What are you going to do to me?” She couldn’t stop the tears. Hadn’t she survived this once? She didn’t want to go back there. Not to that cave painted with death.
    “First, I’ve got to get your sister, and then we can leave. Go anywhere. I’ve got it all figured out. You’ll see.”
    “No,” Wendy blurted. Not her sister. Not Bliss. She’d given up so much of her life for Wendy. If he called her, Bliss would come. It was who she was. Who she’d always been.
    This time though, this time Wendy would save her. They had the same blood, the same genetics. She could do this. She could save her sister. The cops would find her first, right? That’s what the tracker was for. She just needed to hang on a little longer and keep him from making contact with Bliss.
    Daniel’s face twisted into something ugly, almost inhuman.
    Wendy’s body went cold, and tremors shook her hands. Some inborn sense kicked in. She had to keep him happy. Convince him all he needed was her. It’s what Bliss would