Cooper felt his protective hackles rising again.
"Hays is Guild. You've just fallen for a member of the Guild, for fuck’s sake."
"Maybe that's what’s activating his cat. Being close to a Guild member. It's possible," Chase said thoughtfully.
"Nope. Unlikely. Cameron went to school with the bastards and it wasn't until they attacked him that his cat activated. I can't think just having coffee with one would set Coop off," Colt countered equally as thoughtfully.
"Hey, this girl isn't Guild. She's shy, insecure and nice." He felt his heart beating faster and he'd started to sweat. Was it hot in here?
"We met Rothmen's eighteen year old son, Hugo, on this last mission. He was all those things too, but you could feel it. He was Guild. And of course his elongated skull gave him away, too."
"Amy doesn't have an elongated skull," he stammered desperately. If she was Guild she was out of his reach. She was the enemy.
"Does she seem ugly in any way to you?" Colt asked, almost gently.
"Ugly? God, no. She's the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. She thinks she's ugly and stupid, but she's neither."
"Maybe he doesn't have the same reaction to them, because he hasn't been activated," Chase suggested, drumming his fingertips on the table. This time it wasn't impatience that caused the tapping. This was his thoughtful drumming, so they all let him do it, even though it was bloody annoying.
"She's not Guild. Maybe it was a mistake. Maybe the photographer saw her talking to Hays and because she has red hair thought she was the daughter… Amy." He realised as he said her name that the chances of his Amy having the same name as Hays' daughter and talking to the billionaire at a fundraising event was too improbable to be possible.
The sweet, sad and beautiful Amy Hays was Guild, one of the sociopathic invaders destroying their world.
"Coop, you know she's Guild," Chase said gently but firmly. "And for that reason alone you have to stay away from her. She's the cause of your volatile state. She's the only cause. If you don't want to risk innocent lives, then you have to stay away from her. If not for your own sake, then for the others you put at risk."
"She's not the cause. And just because she's Guild doesn't mean she’s a monster. A third of the world's population have some of their DNA. Does that make them all monsters? Are you going to put them all down?" He knew he sounded hysterical, wound so tight he was ready to break, but what Chase was suggesting was impossible.
How could he never see Amy again?
"It's for the best," Caleb said, his lips thinning as he fought to say something more.
"Our mates are out there," Colt put in," When you find yours, you'll realise the difference between infatuation and love. You'll realise that a Guild girl was never right for you. There's literally a world of difference between finding your mate and settling for anyone else."
He shook his head. How could he argue against anything they said? They were right, of course. Amy was a danger to everything he lived for, everything he believed in. He couldn't risk all that for the daughter of a monster, no matter how beautiful and damaged she was.
CHAPTER FOUR
Amy floated back home several inches off the ground. She didn't notice the cold; didn't feel disappointed that Marquez had been a fraud; didn't even fear running into her father when she got in. Tonight she'd met a handsome man who treated her like she was bright, beautiful and special. Nothing else mattered but that.
But as their maid, Juanita, opened the front door for her, she saw her father leaning against the living room door-jam. His pose was casual in the extreme and it was enough to make icy prickles run down her spine. Time to pay the piper.
"Where have you been?" he demanded softly. Maxwell Hays was one of those men whose voice got softer the angrier he became. And right now his voice was very soft.
"I went to a show in the city," she replied, hurrying towards the curved