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I don’t know where she’s leading me, but it’s apparent that this is not a sanctioned outing for me.

So far, the corridors are entirely empty.

“It’s the graveyard shift,” Hines whispers over her shoulder. “Most of the scientists have gone home for the night. There are still a few guard patrols on duty, but that’s about it.”

After a few more twists and turns down the painfully lit hallways, we come to another heavy mechanical door set into the wall.

“This is it,” Hines pants.

She’s practically hyperventilating from fear at this point. Even though the corridor is cool, her brow and neck are popping out beads of sweat.

“This is what?” I growl quietly.

She doesn’t answer me but just taps a code into the keypad by the door. It whooshes open, leading to a small antechamber, like an airlock.

“Come on,” she says, beckoning me inside.

Another keypad and another even heavier door. This one looks as solid as a damn bank vault.

And for good reason. When it grinds open, I see that the room beyond contains something far more valuable than money or gold.

“Sloane!”

I nearly shout for joy, but I remember to keep my voice low. After all, we’re supposed to be keeping stealthy.

Kane is here too. He and Sloane are together in the corner of the cold, metal cell. The omega is wrapped protectively in the Alpha’s strong arms. A couple of days ago that sight might have made me jealous, but it doesn’t now.

Kane and I might have our differences, to put it mildly, but we have at least one thing in common—our desire to protect Sloane.

I’m glad to see that my omega is in good hands.

“Dog!” they both exclaim in chorus.

They leap to their feet and rush forward. I clasp Sloane’s body in a warm hug as she buries her face into my neck, squeezing me tightly in return.

“Oh Dog, I’m so glad you’re here,” she says. “Her voice cracking.”

I turn to Kane. The big Alpha places his hand on my shoulder and gives me a nod. It’s the first friendly gesture he’s ever made toward me.

Then his eyes flick toward Hines.

“You,” Kane snarls.

CHAPTER 36: SLOANE

It’s the woman from before—the one who watched us from the control room with Dr. Frostgrave.

She is trembling with fear now. Behind her glasses, her eyes are two white saucers of anxiety.

Kane tenses up and growls. I place my hand against his chest to pacify him.

“Wait,” I say to him. “I think she’s here to help us.”

I turn to the woman, I think her name is Hines, and I add “Right?”

She nods frantically. It takes her a moment to find her voice, and when she does, it is shaky and fearful.

“All I ever wanted to do was to be a scientist, to help people,” she says. Tears begin brimming at her eyes. “But I never signed on for…for this.”