Page 58 of The Enforcers: KANE

Rachelle looked like she was going to be sick. “Maybe it’s worse now that you know she’s nearby,” she said. “It reactivated the neural pathways…”

“What the fuck did she do to me?”

“As far as we can tell, it’s related to alpha powers,” she said. “Only more intense. She can alter the brain waves of other shifters so they’re susceptible to her suggestions or commands. It works best on males—something to do with pheromones or the brain waves associated with, um, falling in love. Or lust.”

That part rang true. Selina’s crew had all been male shifters, and she’d played them off against each other, each one willing to bleed the others just to please her.

“That’s what happened to Noah,” he said. “I knew he had a new girlfriend, and I thought she was distracting him. I never imagined she was literally fucking with his head.”

“You can’t blame yourself for that,” Rachelle said. “You didn’t even know it was possible.”

“We have to tell the Council,” he said. “They don’t know who she is, or what she can do. This mind thing, the cloaking power…we can’t keep that a secret.”

“We can’t tell them,” Rachelle said.

“I’m not hiding this!” He slammed his hands against the dashboard, denting it. He didn’t even fucking care. “I’m not that person anymore. I tell the truth, and I do the right thing.” No matter what happened he had to hold on to that, especially if Selina was back.

He turned to her. “I know you don’t want people to know what you are, but our individual problems don’t matter compared to what will happen if Selina isn’t caught. You have to see that.”

“I do,” she said. “But there’s more to it than that. At least wait until Jace gets here, and then I’ll explain it to you both.”

She took a deep breath. “And I’ll abide by the decision you make.”

He gazed at her, wishing he had the ability to tell if a woman was telling the truth. But obviously, he was a shit judge of character.

“Do you think Selina really has this cloaking power?”

“She must have,” Rachelle said. “I don’t know how she could have avoided the security cameras, otherwise.”

“She didn’t,” he said. “We got that picture off the one in the vault. That’s what made me come over here tonight—I got a security alert with the footage.”

Rachelle frowned. “She was just on one camera? That’s weird.”

“Could she have gotten too tired to hold the cloak?” Kane asked. “You said it wasn’t supposed to last more than a few minutes.”

“Maybe,” Rachelle said. “But why not disable that camera, or physically block it? Why allow her photo to be captured? She’s never done that before.”

Maybe she wanted someone to see her. That thought rippled uneasily through Kane’s mind. Selina couldn’t possibly know he was here, working this job.

Unless…shit. Noah knew. Noah could have given her pictures, background on the security team…enough to ID him.

Kane’s phone chirped and he looked at the screen, dread spreading through him.

It was a text from an unknown number.

Hey Hunter. Miss me? I missed you.

That ex-Marine wasn’t as fun as you. He didn’t like to fight.

If you’re a good boy, I’ll let you come back home.

S.

Kane felt the last of the layers around his heart shatter, and rage roared through him. No matter what he had to do, this was the last time Selina would ever fuck with him.

* * *

An hour later, Rachelle sat on a couch in a private suite at the resort, picking at a breakfast sandwich, waiting for Kane’s packmates to settle in for their meeting.