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“The names of the city council members here and in Virginia near Sanctuary who are involved in a plan to take out the Breed leaders. And I got more. I got names of Breeds helping them.” He was still staring at Jonas in horror. “God, man, stop doing that shit, please. I’ll give you what you want, but you gotta protect my kid. I just do this for the money. That’s all. Just for my little girl. I’ll give it to you.”
Anya stared into the room in horror. Her gaze flipped from the scene below to the cold, hard gazes of the Breeds watching as well.
“Gentlemen?” Callan Lyons turned to the others
questioningly.
“His daughter is handicapped. Blind,” Dash stated. “Thirteen years old.”
“Call Wyatt back here,” Wolfe said. “I suggest we send out a team, collect the girl and then requestion Coley. He’s asked for asylum for his daughter of his own free will. Let’s see what we can get.”
They turned to Del-Rey.
“It’s your decision to make, Del-Rey,” Wolfe told him. “The hit was primarily against your coya.”
He stared into the room as Anya watched him, knowing exactly what his decision would be. That knowledge was frightening; she knew, even before he spoke, the stance he would take.
“The child is the most innocent in this whole mess,” he growled. “I’d like Brim on the team that goes after her. I’d suggest a team of enforcers only, fully sanctioned to retrieve the child at all costs. She’ll be watched. They know we have the bartender; they may have already taken the child themselves to assure his silence.”
Callan activated the speaker into the room. “Retrieval of minor child approved and sanctioned,” he stated. “You have the full assurance of each alpha leader that her safety will be our top priority, Mr. Coley. As long as you cooperate.” Callan winced at the last sentence, and the expression on each alpha’s face assured Anya that no matter what Coley did, that child would never know anything but safety.
Children were the focal point of every Breed Anya had ever talked to. It didn’t matter if it was a rare Breed child or a human child on the street. Breeds were always aware when a child was around and they were always protective of them.
Coley nodded as Jonas handed him a handkerchief. “For your face,” the director stated, though Anya glimpsed the blood on his nails. “We’ll get a doctor in here to look at those scratches. We wouldn’t want your daughter frightened for you when she sees you.”
Coley sniffed, almost in derision. “She’s blind. She can’t see them.”
There were snorts from the alphas, contempt filling the sounds.
“Poor little girl,” Jonas sighed. “She has a father that likely doesn’t realize the talents she possesses. Why do you care if she’s protected, Coley?”
Coley stared back at him in confusion. “Blind doesn’t mean I don’t love her,” he stated harshly. “She’s just a little scrap of a thing. You guys, you’re at war with the world and you know it. You’re adults. I don’t want her hurt in it. She seems to think you bastards are cool or some shit.”
Too bad the father didn’t follow the daughter’s instincts, Anya thought as she shifted in her chair, aware of a slow, building heat in her stomach, as well as the mass confusion that was filling her mind.
How had she known what Del-Rey’s response would be? No one could have blamed him for wanting blood rather than to pledge his protection to a child whose father had targeted his mate and himself. Coyotes were sometimes more logical, less emotional than the other Breeds. They could be colder, less feeling. But Del-Rey’s voice had deepened with his thoughts on the child’s protection.
She clenched her teeth and rose to her feet as Del-Rey moved to counter her, standing as well and watching her with hooded black eyes.
He could smell the arousal, she knew. As it bloomed inside her, he would know that. A part of her was freaked out over that. Completely terrified that no emotion, no feeling, no hint of what she was doing or thinking could be hidden from him.
“Ladies’ room.” She swallowed tightly. “Should I meet you somewhere?”
“I’ll await you here,” he finally told her softly. “We’ll return to Base soon.”
Anya nodded before slipping quickly from the dark room.
In the hall, Sharone, Emma and Ashley surrounded her, their expressions concerned as they watched her.
“Wow, that heat stuff is bad again, huh?” Ashley stated.
“Shut up, Ash,” Emma hissed.
“Well hell, it’s not like she didn’t know it was going to happen when she refused that last shot,” Ashley retorted. “I mean, she’s not going to, like, go to the tribunal again.”
Silence followed Anya then.
“Will she?” Ashley finally whispered, almost horrified as Anya lifted her hand in a signal for the bodyguards to remain outside as she pushed into the ladies’ room and moved to the sinks.
