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occurred, and she needed more information before she stepped in shit.
    "As you wish.” She bowed her head. For a moment, her glance met Falia's, and again the councilwoman's attention flicked to the shadows. Pavlik lingered in the council chambers.
    Andia ended the transmission and noted her hands shook. This was going to be a challenge.
    Her earpiece beeped. She lifted her shaking fingers to press to answer.
    "The prisoners have arrived.” Her guard's voice was blessedly familiar.
    "Thank you, Mya."
    "They are unconscious.” Mya sounded angry, her voice harsh.
    "What happened?” Usually prisoners waited to challenge the enhanced Mistresses’ Guard.
    "Dina slapped the mean one. The other one interfered.” Mya sounded extremely displeased. “It was my fault. I lost my grip."
    "I take it you were dealing with Christophe Onnis. You underestimated him.” Andia rose from her computer and checked the last touches on her makeup. She planned to make an impression when she finally began to break these men.
    "What is going on with these two?” Mya demanded. “He acts like a brother or—” The woman's voice stopped.
    "Or what?"
    "Or a lover.” The older woman had amazing instincts. Andia rolled the words around. A lover. Could the men be lovers?
    She shook her head. Every indication said both men were dominants. How the hell did that work? “Are they restrained?"
    "Dina and I stripped them and put them in the dungeon room,” Mya said briskly. “Something isn't right about these two."
    Andia froze. “Because one of them defended the other?"
    "No,” Mya mused almost as if she was speaking to herself. “Because the angry one never moved after Dina jammed his dick with a shockstick. Not until we tried to subdue his partner in crime. Because neither of them acted like any prisoner I've ever seen."
    Suddenly Andia's mouth was dry with fear. “We'll proceed cautiously. The council has ordered a level nine, but we'll start with a level four."
    "Stars! Level nine? What the fuck did they do?"
    "The information they sold infected and killed an entire colony. Blame has been traced back to Nylar, and these two men are the ones who sold the virus."
    "Fucking traitors,” Mya snapped. “Let me know if you need anything."
    "Will do."
    Andia took one last look at the men's file. According to the evidence, both men had profited from the horrific sale, and Zevon Maco had known exactly what he sold the Brotherhood. He'd written a report for the council warning against the virulence of the virus Vezera had created.
    The fact that Christophe's father had died from a similar incurable disease spread by the Brotherhood could be viewed as his inspiration. How the hell could anyone sell death when he'd seen it firsthand?
    Andia geared herself up for their first encounter. She'd chosen to wear her blonde hair curly and long. Black eye shadow and black lipstick emphasized her pale skin. A black silk dress that resembled a club outfit accompanied by knee-high black leather boots drew any man's gaze to the hidden treasure beneath the hem. A treasure few sampled.
    The general never had. She'd broken him and never had to fuck him, thank the Stars. But some were rewarded, but only after they were broken, controlled.
    It would be difficult not to rush these two men so that she could get laid. Well, that was her right. Part of her job was to gain their surrender. Fucking them might work. She squashed the doubts that surfaced. Her instincts had always served her well, letting her know the best way to access a man's soul. This time would be no different. She gathered energy around her and took slow, deep breaths.
    They belonged to her, were her slaves. Their resistance would only make surrender sweeter. Anticipation slid along her nerves, and her skin heated. Yes, they would surrender, their will bending to hers.
    Her boot heels echoed in the empty hallway as she negotiated the twisted corridors to the dungeon room. Tapestries and paintings lined the