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smiled up at
me, a sight I hadn’t seen in too many years to count. Her eyes were the same
shape and color as Eli’s.
    I traced the curve of her face and tried to recall a time
from my childhood when she’d smiled like that. Before we’d lost Lily. Before
the weight of Richard’s anger became too great to shoulder.
    Perhaps it was before I was even born.
    Everything around me faded as I flipped through the
information Castro had given me. My disgust and self-loathing ratcheted up with
each new facet of information revealed. It wasn’t just my mother being held in
that hospital. There were dozens of others, all linked to the Shadow Agency,
all who’d supposedly given birth to demon or shifter hybrids. Forced breeding. Who
in the fuck had orchestrated this?
    A subtle tingling at the base of my spine pricked my
attention. The sensation spread, kicking my heartbeat into a faster tempo, and
I looked to the doorway. Ella. Waves of pure, unadulterated, pissed-off female
preceded her into the room. The sight of her stole my breath and hardened my
cock.
    Her long dark hair was starting to dry in loose waves that
curled around and behind her shoulders. The slender crimson lines magically
inked along her arm, collarbone and down to cup her breast filled me with
pride. She was mine.
    Dressed in a sports bra and a skimpy-as-hell pair of shorts,
she might as well have been walking around in her damn underwear. She slammed
the door closed behind her, sealing us inside one of the only soundproof rooms
in the house.
    When I really wanted to make her scream and beg, I brought
her here.
    I shook the thoughts from my head. Ella was probably a few
seconds away from striding over and kneeing me in the nuts. I spoke before she
could.
    “My mother and thirty-seven other women—all of whom were
reported dead—are being held at a privately owned and operated institution in
upstate New York, near Albany. Every patient can be linked to the Shadow
Agency.”
    She crossed her slender arms under her breasts, a move that
pushed her tits up and almost out of her sports bra, and glared at me. I ran my
gaze over the tops of her breasts, down her taut belly to the flare of her hips
and licked my lips. I knew how every inch of her skin tasted, which spots made
her squirm and which ones made her all soft and vulnerable.
    “Eyes up here.” Ella’s eerily calm words were a true
indication of her ire.
    My girl didn’t yell, not when she was truly pissed. I
scraped a hand through my hair and pushed the wet strands back, out of my face.
The insistent tap, tap, tap of her foot against the carpet grated on my nerves.
The anger pouring off her invaded, infecting me with it until I couldn’t tell
my emotions from hers, something that had been happening with increasing
frequency. Not for the first time, I wondered what would have happened between
us without the bond forcing our hand.
    I snapped the folder closed and threw it on the cluttered
desktop behind me. “You’re pissed, I get it.”
    She uncrossed her arms, dropping her hands to her sides as
she strode to me. Part of me wanted to meet her halfway, to sweep her into my
arms and plunder her mouth. The other part, the one dominating me, suggested I
throw her onto the ground, tie her up and fuck her. My neglected cock wept at
the thought.
    Ella stopped in front of me, close enough for me to touch,
close enough for the demon to taste her scent and demand more. She tilted her
head back so she could meet my gaze.
    “What gave you the impression I was upset?”
    A month ago, a bout of hot, angry sex would have put us to
rights. This time, though, I didn’t think it was going to work. I might have
fucked up more than I’d thought. She wasn’t just pissed—she was hurt.
    “I’m not required to tell you every detail of my life the
second it happens. I was going to tell you when I had more information.”
    So what if it was a partial truth? Something she and I had
gotten quite good at over the last