figure out what the hell was going on.
She couldn’t help but think of those pictures: the images of the two girls, so obviously in pain and filled with fear.
Especially the girl with her parents.
What kind of parents could turn their child over to monsters like the Genetics Council and just leave her with them? Alone? In pain?
Surely, those parents had to be just as cruel.
Just as monstrous.
Except, it wasn’t cruelty she had seen in the eyes of the mother and father in the picture with their child.
It had been agony.
Megan stared at the door, her senses penetrating it, following the young woman as she made her way to the elevator with Stygian.
She closed her eyes slowly, let her senses ease gently into Liza Johnson’s emotions and searched for any hint of Honor Roberts, Fawn Corrigan, a Bengal named Judd or one named Gideon.
The only hint she found of them was a deep compassion and a sense of unease and disbelief that Honor Roberts’s parents had left their child with monsters.
There was no sense of the girl, Honor, though, nor of Fawn.
As Liza entered the elevator with Stygian, Megan quickly retreated from the girl’s senses, a flush stealing up her face as the sudden images that flashed through Liza’s mind began to enflame her senses.
Some things were just invasive, and remaining with the girl’s mind at that moment was just that.
Opening her eyes to find everyone watching her only increased the color in her cheeks. Clearing her throat, she glanced at her mate with a suggestive look. “Perhaps we do have things to learn.” She laughed, thinking of the mental images that had raced through Liza’s mind the second she and Stygian were alone.
And Stygian’s reaction was so strong Megan had sensed it as well.
Braden gave her one of those slow, drowsy-eyed looks that never failed to make her body heat and her pussy tingle.
He just had that way about him.
“You two can get a bedroom after this meeting is over,” Jonas growled, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring back at them.
He had a right to glower.
Megan sobered instantly, the knowledge that time was running out for his mate’s child was at the top of his mind.
“She doesn’t know anything about them.” She sighed, shaking her head. “She doesn’t know of them, or have any of their memories. It’s another dead end.”
“That’s impossible.” Diane Broen stepped forward.
Diane was an enforcer, a lethal weapon, just as her mate was. And just as Megan and her mate were, Diane was an enforcer desperate to save the child they all loved.
“There’s no way she could have hidden it from me, Diane,” Megan told the other woman gently. “Her mind and emotions weren’t closed at all. She was an open book all the way to her lust for Stygian, who is her mate by the way. You can’t hide only certain parts of yourself psychically like that. An empath can either read all of you, or none of you.”
“An empath can only read what is a part of you,” Jonas stated cryptically, immediately sending warning flares through her empathic senses. “Not what has perhaps been misplaced.”
CHAPTER 3
The elevator door slid closed with a soft swish of air, leaving Liza enclosed in a space that seemed far too small with Stygian beside her.
“These women you’re looking for have nothing to do with me,” she stated as a wave of heated arousal swept through her.
No sooner had she experienced that sensation of flooding warmth, than Liza found herself lifted, pressed against the elevator wall and the iron-hot length of Stygian’s erection lodged between her thighs, tormenting her through the layers of their clothing.
The tight running pants and thin exercise bra were little protection against the burning heat of his body—and his hunger.
“What—?” Lips parting, for breath or for his kiss?
Liza wasn’t certain, but she knew she needed both—ached for both to the point that it took several heartbeats to realize she was holding
She couldn’t help but think of those pictures: the images of the two girls, so obviously in pain and filled with fear.
Especially the girl with her parents.
What kind of parents could turn their child over to monsters like the Genetics Council and just leave her with them? Alone? In pain?
Surely, those parents had to be just as cruel.
Just as monstrous.
Except, it wasn’t cruelty she had seen in the eyes of the mother and father in the picture with their child.
It had been agony.
Megan stared at the door, her senses penetrating it, following the young woman as she made her way to the elevator with Stygian.
She closed her eyes slowly, let her senses ease gently into Liza Johnson’s emotions and searched for any hint of Honor Roberts, Fawn Corrigan, a Bengal named Judd or one named Gideon.
The only hint she found of them was a deep compassion and a sense of unease and disbelief that Honor Roberts’s parents had left their child with monsters.
There was no sense of the girl, Honor, though, nor of Fawn.
As Liza entered the elevator with Stygian, Megan quickly retreated from the girl’s senses, a flush stealing up her face as the sudden images that flashed through Liza’s mind began to enflame her senses.
Some things were just invasive, and remaining with the girl’s mind at that moment was just that.
Opening her eyes to find everyone watching her only increased the color in her cheeks. Clearing her throat, she glanced at her mate with a suggestive look. “Perhaps we do have things to learn.” She laughed, thinking of the mental images that had raced through Liza’s mind the second she and Stygian were alone.
And Stygian’s reaction was so strong Megan had sensed it as well.
Braden gave her one of those slow, drowsy-eyed looks that never failed to make her body heat and her pussy tingle.
He just had that way about him.
“You two can get a bedroom after this meeting is over,” Jonas growled, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring back at them.
He had a right to glower.
Megan sobered instantly, the knowledge that time was running out for his mate’s child was at the top of his mind.
“She doesn’t know anything about them.” She sighed, shaking her head. “She doesn’t know of them, or have any of their memories. It’s another dead end.”
“That’s impossible.” Diane Broen stepped forward.
Diane was an enforcer, a lethal weapon, just as her mate was. And just as Megan and her mate were, Diane was an enforcer desperate to save the child they all loved.
“There’s no way she could have hidden it from me, Diane,” Megan told the other woman gently. “Her mind and emotions weren’t closed at all. She was an open book all the way to her lust for Stygian, who is her mate by the way. You can’t hide only certain parts of yourself psychically like that. An empath can either read all of you, or none of you.”
“An empath can only read what is a part of you,” Jonas stated cryptically, immediately sending warning flares through her empathic senses. “Not what has perhaps been misplaced.”
CHAPTER 3
The elevator door slid closed with a soft swish of air, leaving Liza enclosed in a space that seemed far too small with Stygian beside her.
“These women you’re looking for have nothing to do with me,” she stated as a wave of heated arousal swept through her.
No sooner had she experienced that sensation of flooding warmth, than Liza found herself lifted, pressed against the elevator wall and the iron-hot length of Stygian’s erection lodged between her thighs, tormenting her through the layers of their clothing.
The tight running pants and thin exercise bra were little protection against the burning heat of his body—and his hunger.
“What—?” Lips parting, for breath or for his kiss?
Liza wasn’t certain, but she knew she needed both—ached for both to the point that it took several heartbeats to realize she was holding
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