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now?” She forced herself to ask.
    He raised one shoulder in a casual shrug. “The doctor said it could kill you. We need you alive. You know, you could save us both a lot of bother and just tell me.”
    She wished she could, but while she had begun to doubt the Agency, she couldn’t yet bring herself to betray the only people she had ever known. First, she needed to find proof.
    “I can’t,” she whispered.
    His eyes turned colder, his expression hardened with resolve, and a prickle of unease crawled down her spine. She turned her face from him, slid down in the bed, and curled into a ball.
    He sighed audibly, but rose to his feet and crossed the room. The door opened and, finally, the key clicked in the lock.
    The moment he was gone, the urge to call him back hovered on her tongue. She bit down hard on her lower lip and swallowed the words. She couldn’t allow herself to weaken.
    She had to find a way out of here.
     

Chapter Six
    Despite the imminent threat of torture, Anya slept again.
    She woke to bright daylight. Blinking a couple of times, she realized she felt almost back to normal. She slipped out of bed. Her legs were steady as she crossed the room and tried the door. Locked.
    She went to the window and peered out. Below her, a man stood on the gravel driveway, a rifle held loosely in his hands, a pistol holstered at his hip.
    Anya reached out with her mind. This one wasn’t shielded, and although his brain had a strange flavor, she could read his thoughts with ease. He was worried about someone called Maria. He wished he could be out searching for her instead of guarding some woman who should be locked in the cage.
    She turned away and did a quick search of the room for anything she might use as a weapon. The room was sparsely furnished—a man’s room, the colors neutral, no unnecessary ornaments, but a heavy looking jug stood on the table by the bed that might come in useful.
    She headed into the bathroom, drank a glass of cold water, and then splashed some over her face. The shower looked tempting, but she didn’t want to waste the time. She was sure she could take out the guard before he could get a shot off, and she needed to get out of there. Once they realized she was better, they were sure to return her to a more secure place, and she’d find it much harder to break out of the cage.
    She went back into the bedroom and came to an abrupt halt.
    Sebastian leant against the wall beside the door, still dressed only in jeans, arms folded across his chest, a grim expression on his face. A ripple of fear ran through her. She swallowed and forced herself to step further into the room.
    “Feeling better?” he asked.
    She nodded.
    “Want to talk?”
    “No.”
    “One of my men is dead.”
    She shook her head. What could she say?
     His expression became grimmer. “I have to take you back to the cage.” He pushed himself off from the wall, stepped toward her. “Don’t make me do this, Anya.”
    At his use of her name, she trembled. “I have no choice.”
    ***
    She appeared fragile in the bright light of day, her skin pale, but she no longer looked sick, and Sebastian knew he couldn’t put this off any longer.
    Tasha had called. She and Jack expected to get back that night, but she said she was getting feelings from Maria. She was in pain and weakening. Sebastian had to find out what Anya knew or lose another member of his pack.
    Frustration tore at him. Why couldn’t she give in?
    “You know,” he said, “everyone breaks in the end. Why make this hard on yourself?”
    She studied him out of those golden eyes. “Would you break?” she asked and her tone held genuine curiosity.
    He opened his mouth, but found he couldn’t lie to her, and closed it again. He shoved his hands in his pockets and turned from her to stare out of the window. “No.”
    When he turned back, she shrugged helplessly, and his anger mounted.
    She called to something deep inside him; something he hadn’t even known