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She had needed to be touched like this once before, years ago, and she had let Chaz into her life. Chazzon St. Marks. He had played the game so well. She had needed someone so desperately that she had let him convince her that he loved her. That he needed her. What he had needed was to follow her father’s orders, track her movements and learn if she could be trusted.
She had covered her tracks well enough to keep herself from actually getting killed. But she hadn’t escaped the beatings for being ineffective in her job.
The job of tracking and seeing to the killing of Breeds who’d been entrusted with high-level information and assignments during their training within the labs had fallen to her. And she had gathered much of that information.
Some of the Breeds had escaped. And some—their deaths would always weigh heavily on her soul.
Crossing her arms over her breasts, she gritted her teeth and fought the arousal still burning through her. It had never been this strong with another man. It had never sensitized every cell in her body and made her ache for his touch.
Even her need for Chaz had never been this strong.
Chaz. She fought back the pain again. He had taken the job to kill her, coldly, methodically. She had loved him once, before she had learned that her father was paying him to fuck her. Before she had learned he was an assassin. Before she had found out he had been part of her father’s plan to abort her child. Her father was well capable of sacrificing Chaz to learn the secrets she was holding, though.
She had to get out of here. By the second it was becoming more imperative that she get as far away from the deceptively lazy Bengal Breed as possible.
Especially now.
Clothes. She got wearily to her feet before turning and dragging the heavy black bag Tanner had brought in toward her. Gripping the zipper, she pulled it open, then flipped the top back before staring into it in shock.
They were her clothes.
Her comfortable clothes, the outfits she wore to relax in, to be herself in. Soft velvet lounging pants with matching sleeveless tops and overshirts. There were silk shorts, silk pants, comfortable shirts, socks and jeans. And on top of the carefully folded clothes was her favorite vibrator. What the hell? He had packed everything but damned shoes.
She pulled a black silk, French-cut thong from the top of the pile. No bra. And she knew she had bras.
How the hell had he managed this? How close to home was she? Or had he done this after he drugged her?
She dressed quickly in the panties and black velvet lounging pants and sleeveless top. And on her feet she pulled on matching velveteen socks. Who needed carpets?
And what was she supposed to do now? Pace the floors more? Check out tunnels she had already checked a thousand times, top to bottom, and still not found the entrance?
The television didn’t work. She had tried it earlier. The stereo didn’t work, but the appliances did.
She was stuck. Until she could figure out how he was getting in and out, she was stuck there.
“There’s a washer in one of the connecting caves if you need to wash anything,” Tanner growled as he reentered the main cavern. “And you can hang your clothes—”
“In the smaller cave off this one. ” She turned to face him as he exited the bathroom cave. “Are you trying to drive me insane? How the hell do I get out of here?”
“You don’t. ” He stalked across the room to the suitcase, lifted it from the bed and carried it to the smaller cave on the other side of the bed. “Remember that if you decide to kill me in my sleep, little Schemer. I die here, so do you. ”
She clenched her fists at her side.
“All this just to get fucked?” she asked derisively. “Fine, Tanner. Fuck me and get it over with. ”
He grunted, obviously still angry. “All this to get the answers I want,” he retorted. “When you give me that, then I’ll let you go and make certain you’re safe. ”
Oh, she had a lot of information her father would kill for. Information he would do anything to attain if he learned she held it, and that she was still alive.
Not the least of which was the message she had destroyed.
Her smile was mocking.
“My father knows everything I know,” she said softly. “I’m not hiding anything, Tanner. I hold enough information that I’m a risk. It’s that simple. ”
She was a risk. She would have only one chance to walk away from her father when the time came, and even that could be jeopardized if she didn’t find some way to reach her contact.
“It’s that simple?” His expression was calculating, disbelieving. “Why don’t I believe you, pretty girl?”
