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he remained quiet. His mate refused to accept the kids accelerated development because of his genes. Turning, he picked up his clothes from the floor and pulled them on while she watched.
    “No shower?”
    “No, I love your scent on me.”
    She threw her legs over the bed, stopped and looked down. “Well, I need a shower before meeting with the staff.” She headed to their bathroom and called over her shoulder. “At least two gifts, one for Christmas Eve and the other for Christmas. But so you know, everyone else is buying more than two.”
    “You don’t have to get me anything.” He pulled his shirt over his head, wondering what else he could give her.
    “I know. But I want to.” Her response stopped him and then he turned toward the door to meet her gaze.
    “You do? Why? What would you get me at this point in my life?” Curious, he moved in her direction. Perhaps her answer would sow seeds for his imagination when it came to her.
    “There are some things money cannot buy, my wolf. I am going to surprise you.” Her heated gaze lit a fire in him and all he could think of was claiming his mate all over again.
    Hand outstretched, she moved back as he came forward. “I’ve got work to do and you need to meet Cameron in the lab, remember?”
    Silas rubbed his neck in irritation. Why couldn’t he have a few uninterrupted hours with his mate? That trip with just the two of them sounded better and better. “Yes, he’s already contacted me to say he’s here. If I don’t get down there soon, Passen will be calling or something.”
    Smiling, she rose on her toes and kissed his cheek. “See you later, stud.”
    When she turned to leave, he smacked her ass, pleased to see her jump. “Later, Sweet Bitch.” Turning, he left their bedroom and headed to the lift for the lab on the lower level. It took a moment but he switched gears and thought of the pups from the Liege. At least he assumed they were from one of the Liege labs.
    Once the doors opened he headed toward the secure room they’d once held Asia. Passen and his assistant were in the middle of examining one of the young boys.
    “Goddess, they can’t be older than my pups. Damn bastards,” Silas growled. The pup on the table inched back with a look of fear. Cameron saved the lad from a tumble.
    “Made a mistake, Sir,” Cameron said, looking at the pup he’d saved from hitting the floor.
    “What mistake?”
    “This one, here’s a girl.” He pointed to the larger pup with the serious gray eyes. “We got a boy and a girl instead of two boys.” Cameron sounded embarrassed and Silas wondered why. At this point it wasn’t a big deal.
    “Okay.” He turned to Dr. Passen. “How are they?”
    “So far healthy, a little malnourished. No implants or surgeries from what I can tell. Either they hadn’t made it to the Liege compound or hadn’t been there long. Hard to tell.”
    Silas nodded. The scents seemed familiar but he couldn’t be sure. With a gentle probe he entered the mind of the female.
    Sarita. Someone called her Sarita and based on her memories she had been a spitfire, stayed in trouble. He looked for a face, someone to make a connection and couldn’t. Amazingly enough, she sensed his intrusion and shut down. The only way to continue would cause her pain and he refused to do that. Eventually her guard would be down enough to slide in again. Silas would wait her out.
    Next he entered the young boy. Milfius? Where the hell were they getting these names? The boy was scared and wanted his mam. Not his sire? Why not? Silas searched for a face, or a landmark that would help him identify the part of the country or world the pup came from.
    “Hold still,” Passen said to the squirming pup he examined.
    “Milfius, be still,” Silas said with a ring of authority. The pup’s eyes widened and he stared at Silas.
    “You too, Sarita.” He pointed at the female who had been watching Milfius with a gleam in her eyes. It was obvious she was the