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f the floor set aside just for that.
Dawn stood beside Seth, aware of his hand at the small of her back as he once again talked with the CEO of Foreman Motors regarding the vehicles they supplied Sanctuary. Timothy Foreman was also on the board of directors of Lawrence Industries and, Dawn knew, one of those who had been voicing concern over the gifts that the company was making to the Breeds.
Dressed in yet another black uniform, she was aware of the looks the other women were suddenly giving her as Seth made no secret of the fact that they were now a couple.
Dash’s orders to stay on his ass not withstanding, Seth seemed to want her at his side as well.
She restrained the sudden need to fidget as the Foreman daughter looked her over once again, a moue of distaste on her lips.
Dawn stared back at her, lifting her brow mockingly. Patience Foreman didn’t stink of corruption, merely a small degree of selfishness. Her pale blue eyes were curious, a bit arrogant and definitely disapproving as her gaze flicked over Dawn’s clothing again.
“Would you like one?” She indicated her uniform. “I hear it’s all the rage with the teenagers this year.”
Unfortunately, that was the truth.
Patience’s look was one of supreme offense. “Not hardly. I would have thought Seth had enough money to actually buy you some clothes.”
“Why would he?” Dawn blinked back at her. “I make enough money hunting that I can buy my own.”
Patience’s eyes widened in shock as Dawn felt Seth’s hand press warningly against her back. She smiled back at him placidly, catching the twinkle of amusement in his eyes.
“Patience is such a girly girl,” Mrs. Foreman said proudly. “She’s never had so much as a speck of dirt on her.”
Dawn gazed sympathetically at Patience. “I’m so sorry. I promise I won’t tell anyone.”
If she wasn’t mistaken, Timothy Foreman’s cough was completely faked and the clearing of Seth’s throat was more a muttered laugh than anything else.
Surprisingly, Patience’s lips twitched in amusement. “I would appreciate that,” she replied drolly. “And I’ll be certain not to tell anyone your taste in clothes leaves much to be desired.”
“Yeah, I’d hate for anyone to find that out,” Dawn replied. “It could be embarrassing in my line of work.”
At that moment the comm link at her ear beeped demandingly. Dawn reach up and activated it before turning away and flipping down the mic hidden in her hair. “I’m here.”
“Additional agents have arrived,” Noble reported. “We have four incoming. Your presence is requested in Dash’s suite.”
Dawn let her gaze rove around the room. Catching Styx’s eye, she indicated that he should take position at Seth’s back. With a quick nod Styx moved across the room, his powerful, bold presence receiving more than a few appreciative female looks.
“I’ll be right back.” She turned to Seth as he leaned closer to her, his gray eyes concerned now. “Styx will keep you company.” She shot him a grin as he grimaced at that information.
“If you’ll excuse me.” She nodded to the Foremans politely.
She left the group quickly, made her way through the house and then to the upper floor. The place should have come with a map, she thought as she moved past the other guests then took the stairs quickly before maneuvering through the hallways to Dash’s suite.
She gave the door a quick knock, then waited until it opened. She knew the moment she saw Dash’s expression, the compassion and sympathy in his eyes, that she wasn’t going to like what was awaiting her.
She stepped inside anyway, aware of the door closing behind her as she faced the two men she had hoped to avoid, preferably indefinitely.
“Well, what an honor,” she drawled mockingly. “Pride Leader Lyons and his henchman, Director Wyatt. To what do we owe the pleasure? Or were you just looking for a really cool party to attend?”
“Dawn,” Dash said warningly, his voice darker, more commanding.
“Oh yeah, that whole respect thing.” She shrugged her shoulders as she shoved her hands into the back pockets of her uniform pants. “Sorry ’bout that, Dash. I must be low on sleep or something.” Or tolerance. Forgiveness. Or maybe it was understanding she was low on. Understanding how her brother, the man she had depended upon totally, could have betrayed her as he had.
She watched the wariness that flashed in his beautiful golden eyes, the regret and the anger. In Wyatt, she saw only cold silver eyes staring back at her from a savagely remorseless expression.
“I’m busy right now,” she told them both. “So if you just wanted to say hi, consider it said and I’ll go back to the party. It’s really great. My uniform is all the rage.”
She swallowed back the pain, the incredible fury at the knowledge that these two men had stood with Seth in that office in Sanctuary. That they had shown him that disc, the images of the child that she had been, the animal those labs had turned her into.
