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He couldn’t put it off any longer. The mating tests she ran when Breeds mated would have to be run on his and Mica’s blood now. Right now. His behavior was changing too quickly. The signs of mating heat that came with the extreme possessive moodiness were too suspicious.
The glands beneath his tongue weren’t swollen. His skin wasn’t hypersensitive, but his senses seemed to be remarkably stronger the moment he realized the bastard had put his hands on her.
He wouldn’t allow it.
Manipulative and calculating, Brandenmore had been dangerous to the Breeds before he’d ever used them as research to create his fatal brew. If he was dying now, then it was by Navarro’s own hand. Brandenmore wouldn’t allow the Breeds to ever live in peace, not as long as he was living.
The only answer left was to see him dead.
CHAPTER 6
He lied to her.
Lying on the gurney of the examination room, Mica kept her eyes closed, her arm thrown
over her face despite the additional pain the position caused.
Perhaps it was just that time of the month due to arrive early, or the shock and fear of the past few days. She wasn’t a weepy woman, but tears were falling from her eyes like a faucet that insisted on dripping.
Except this was silent. It was a misery she couldn’t contain and she didn’t understand why.
It wasn’t as though she hadn’t been lied to by someone she loved before. Hell, Cassie was always lying to her over something, or simply not telling her. A lie of omission was no better though. Her parents had lied to her countless times over the years when they had been forced to run for Haven as though the hounds of hell were after them. Of course, that was usually exactly what had been after them. But rather than telling the truth, so many times her parents had assured her they were just long overdue for a visit.
Jonas had lied to her, Wolfe and Callan had lied to her, each time Cassie had been harmed in the past. Those times, Mica had missed the calls Cassie made on a regular basis and had called the two Breed leaders.
To be told Cassie was busy, but she fine.
Studying for exams, she’ll call later.
The excuses had been varied, but still they had been lies.
And now Navarro had lied to her.
People lied every day, she knew that. She wasn’t a child to agonize and blame her problems on the lies she was told. It was an accepted part of life. Everyone told little white lies, black lies, and all the shades in between. She had even been guilty of it herself.
It was the specific lie that had punched her in the gut though and left her struggling for balance in more ways than the pain from Brandenmore’s attack, the shock or the fear of the past two days.
That lie. The statement that his senses were as recessed as his genetics, if his genetics were even recessed, was the one tormenting her, because she had been herself around him. She had believed she didn’t have to hide her emotions, her fears or her arousal, from him. She had thought she could simply be a woman in ways she hadn’t been able to before.
Regular men had no place in her life; besides the fact she hadn’t found one she really liked, the danger associated with her friendships was always something she worried over. After all, Breeds were stronger, tougher, and Council Breeds were merciless and vindictive. If they decided to target her, then a normal man wouldn’t have a chance against them.
Just as he wouldn’t have when she was attacked two nights before. Someone she cared about would have died, and where would that have left her?
Besides, no one else fascinated her as Navarro did.
And now she was crying over a mistake she should have known better than to make in the first place, and trying to hide it from him, when she knew it was impossible.
The sound of water running disrupted her thoughts for a moment. Dr. Morrey washing her hands, no doubt.
Mica had caught a glimpse of her from the gurney when Navarro first laid her on the table more than an hour earlier.
The doctor’s hair was pulled up into the bun Mica remembered it always being styled in, though that mass seemed much thicker than before. Much thicker. From the appearance of it, the doctor’s hair would likely fall nearly to the curve of her butt now.
Her brown gaze was more distant, her face thinner and appearing sharper than it had years ago.
She was still a beautiful woman, and still very young, but if you looked deep into her eyes, a person would swear she was much older than she actually was.
Long seconds later the water stopped and the sound of a heavy weight slapping against metal had Mica flinching.
