hide from the sun.
He feared that if that happened, the weaker members of his race would succumb to the lure of the Synestryn and the power their tainted blood could provide.
Logan stood, positioning himself between Tynan and his mate. âIs it enough?â
He nodded, giving no voice to his lie. âThank you.â
âTwo more of our kind returned home after you retired. Theyâre waiting for you in their quarters.â
Tynan had no choice but to do his duty, but he couldnât face it yet. âAny other news?â
âI checked on the Theronai pregnancies. All is well there.â
âThat is a relief.â
âMadoc isnât pleased. He thinks weâre meddling.â
âMadoc is never pleased. As long as he doesnât break your neck, assume he still likes you. What else?â
âRonan still seeks the woman who saved his life. He regrets his inability to return.â
âDid you tell him it wasnât a request?â
âI did. He didnât seem concerned.â
âDo we know anything about this woman heâs seeking?â
âShe apparently enjoys fast cars. Ronan is unable to catch up with her.â
âBut he can still sense where sheâs gone?â
âHe can.â
âWe need to find her. If sheâs anything like Hope . . .â
Logan tightened his hold on his mate. âRonan is aware of the stakes.â
âAnything else? Any sign of Torr?â
âNo. He is still missing. Many of the Theronai have been searching for him ever since his disappearance.â
Tynan ran his fingers through his hair. âHave you heard anything from those working on Project Lullaby?â
âNo. Everyone is being particularly cautious since Connalâs betrayal.â
With good reason. If the Theronai found out that the Sanguinar had been matchmaking blooded humans and encouraging them to produce offspring, they wouldnât be pleased. With as little Athanasian blood as there was left on the planet, the Sanguinar had no choice but to resort to some unorthodox methods to strengthen the remaining bloodlines. They saw it as necessary coercion, ensuring that the humans they convinced to help them lived long and happy lives filled with many children.
The Theronai would doubtlessly see it as interfering with the free will of humans and react accordingly. In their centuries-long history together, more than one Sanguinar head had rolled for lesser infractions.
âWe canât slow down our efforts,â said Tynan. âThere is no time to waste.â
âWeâre all aware of the giant ticking clock, brother. Iâm sure that the men are doing everything they can to further our efforts. That may be why some of them have refused to communicate with us. Once they do, they know youâll be forced to order them home for interrogation. That will waste valuable time and energy that none of you have.â
Tynan nodded, praying Logan was right. âIâm scheduled to meet with Joseph tonight to report on my progress.â
Hope smiled. âYou might want to arrive a little late.â
âWhy is that?â
âJoseph has a date.â
Tynan blinked. âExcuse me?â
âItâs not really a date,â said Logan.
Hope lifted her brows. âYes, it is. Havenât you seen the way he looks at her?â
Ah. Lyka. âBut she hates him,â said Tynan.
â
Hate
is a strong word. And he now has something she wants. We simply gave her some pointers on how she might get it.â
âYou know this will end badly, donât you?â asked Tynan.
âItâs possible,â said Logan. âBut I, for one, plan to enjoy the show.â
Chapter 3
J oseph was still in his office, working, long after sundown. He should have stopped hours ago, but his mind kept going back to Lyka, making every task he did take twice as long as necessary. Because of that, he still had