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Where the girl had been taken, neither she, her friends nor the warriors who moved her would ever know. She was passed to another team and, Liza knew, would be passed several more times before she was relocated to ensure the secrecy of her final location.
Picking up the tube of lipstick and uncapping it, she stared at the berry-colored hue, like a fully ripe dark raspberry. Turning her gaze to the mirror, she applied the color, rubbed her lips together then stared back at herself.
The color made her eyes seem brighter, her complexion creamier. It brought a luster to the naturalizing effect of the makeup she wore and made her lips appear just a bit lusher, with a hint of sensual poutiness.
Taking a deep breath, she smoothed her hands over the snug fit of the apple green skirt and eyed it as well as the white silk shell she wore with it.
That was as good as it got, she told herself before turning and striding out of the bathroom.
Her briefcase sat next to the bed, her laptop securely zipped inside.
Grabbing it, she made a mental note to turn it over to her father when she arrived at the office. That flicker in the screen was about to drive her crazy. Not to mention what it was doing to her eyes. While she was there, she intended to get to the truth of her past as well.
Ray had all but fired her and Claire the last time she had seen him, but hell, he’d fired them before. At least once a year he disagreed with something they said or did, then after a day or so, he’d get over it. He’d never really fired them. He loved Claire. Her father loved her. They wouldn’t take their livelihood from them.
Walking from the bedroom, she met Stygian and Flint in the sitting room as they waited to escort her to the office.
“I’m going to be late,” she told them as she walked toward the door.
“You always think you’re going to be late,” Stygian growled, opening the door and escorting her into the hall as Flint followed.
The edge of tension that had existed between them over the weekend hadn’t abated, just as the edge of panic attempting to overtake her hadn’t abated.
She fought off the panic with the same single-minded determination with which she fought back the emotions that threatened to overtake her. And there lay the crux of the problem.
Stygian wanted the emotion. He wanted every part of her, because as he stated, she had every part of him.
And that was what mates did. They gave each other every part of themselves.
And Liza was terrified of it.
Because she had no idea who, or what, was every part of herself.
Flanked by the two Breeds as she left the hotel, Liza wondered what life would be like if the danger was ever over? Would it ever be possible to return to the life she had once had?
Did she want to?
Stepping into the back of the SUV while Flint took the driver’s seat and Stygian the front passenger, Liza sat back and closed her eyes.
She should have been on the sat-phone checking e-mail and messages. Her job didn’t begin when she clocked in. It often ran over well into the night as well as her weekends.
This weekend, Stygian had commanded her attention though.
Each time he touched her, each time he kissed her, she had burned for him. Even after the Breed doctor’s exam and the hormonal treatment she had given Liza, the arousal had still been there.
It was just deniable at times with the help of the hormone, while without the hormone, denying it was impossible.
Thankfully, the office wasn’t far from the hotel. It was only a matter of minutes in light traffic before Flint pulled up to the front entrance of the Navajo Nation headquarters. The Navajo Nation Chamber and headquarters held the main offices of all the branches of government as well as the presidential and vice president’s offices.
Gripping her briefcase, she allowed Stygian to help her from the SUV, the four-inch heels she wore making the height of the vehicle harder to navigate than her smaller car.
“President Martinez has several meetings throughout the building today,” she told Stygian as they entered the reception area. “This afternoon he has lunch in Window Rock and several meetings with casino owners regarding new legislation concerning the casinos. Try not to scare anyone off.”
“I’ll do my best,” he murmured as they reached the security desk.
Placing her palm on the biometric scanner, she moved to push through the security bars that enforced security to the rest of the building.
The flash of red and the low, strident buzz of denial had her stopping in shock and staring down at the display. ACCESS DENIED.
