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escaped I named myself Independence. It was Caleb who shortened it to Indy.”
    Angel released his breath on a low hiss. God. Damn. This woman was…special.
    Sensing her pride would rebel at any hint of sympathy, he instead concentrated on the men who’d hurt her.
    He had every intention of destroying them.
    “Tell me more about the lab.”
    She stepped toward the cage, the scent of wildflowers spicing the air.
    “I’ll answer any questions you have after you do something for me.”
    Ah. So at last they came to the reason she’d taken the extreme risk of capturing him.
    About damned time.
    “What?”
    She licked her lips, looking astonishingly young and vulnerable despite the biker outfit.
    “Six months ago I got a lead on the Haymore Center,” she said, her voice strained. “We hoped we could track down one of Karen’s sons.”
    Angel studied Indy’s tense features. She was afraid. But not for herself.
    “I’m assuming they weren’t here?”
    “No.” Her gaze darted toward the door before returning to meet his unreadable expression. “I did, however, manage to sneak out a young girl we named Willa.”
    Angel felt a stab of surprise. They’d searched the center before it’d burned to the ground. Had she gotten the child out before they arrived?
    “She was in the lab?” he demanded.
    Indy shook her head. “Actually we found her in an annex two blocks from the center.”
    He barely resisted the urge to pull out the cellphone that was strapped to his ankle along with a lethal dagger. Whoever had frisked him before tossing him in the cage had done a piss-poor job. They’d found and disposed of the phone he used when he was dealing with hospital business, but failed to continue the search. Sloppy. When he had Indy in the Wildlands, he would teach her how to do a thorough frisk. A slow, delectable frisk that would end when they were both naked and he was buried deep inside her.
    “Parish is going to have a shit fit when he realizes we overlooked an annex,” he growled.
    She shook her head. “There’s nothing to overlook. It burnt to the ground last week.”
    Of course it did.
    Locke was nothing if not brutally methodical in covering his tracks.
    His lips flattened as he felt a burst of impatience to be out of the cage.
    “You still haven’t told me why you’re holding me like I’m an animal.”
    She bit her bottom lip, something that might have been regret darkening her stunning blue eyes.
    “I need you to save Willa.”
    “You said you rescued her.”
    “I did. But now she’s sick. Unless you can help her I’m afraid—”
    Her words trailed away and Angel realized she was afraid the little girl was going to die.
    Abruptly Angel was all business.
    He was a Healer. It didn’t matter if his patient was Pantera, human or some strange mixture in between.
    “Take me to her,” he commanded.
    Reaching into the pocket of her jacket, she pulled out a small dart gun and pointed it at the center of his heart.
    “Let’s go.”

CHAPTER 3
    Indy knew that the Pantera walking at her side was furious.
    Not only was the air sizzling with the heat of his cat, but his obscenely beautiful face was tight with an expression that warned of retribution.
    Still, what choice did she have?
    He seemed to believe her claim that she was as much a victim of Locke as his precious Pantera, but for all she knew it was nothing more than an act to make her lower her guard. She had to assume he was going to do everything in his power to escape.
    Right?
    Unfortunately, Angel wasn’t impressed by her need for caution. His accusing eyes had never wavered from her face as she’d carefully unlocked the door and moved to shove the gun into his side.
    In tense silence they’d left the locker room, stepping over the rubble that littered the hallway. The entire building was a deathtrap, but until Willa was better she couldn’t risk dragging her to New York.
    Urging him into the nurse’s office, she pressed the dart gun even harder