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ceiling. No windows broke up the cold landscape around her, and the vents were high on the wall. Underground?
    Could they have taken her to the very complex that Katya had been rescued from? The one Incog had plans to take down? If this was the GenTest facility, then Incog would be here sooner than she had initially anticipated. She needed to find out if her sister was being kept here as well.
    They stopped before another steel door, and once one of the Guardians placed his palm against a security pad to be scanned, it clicked open. She caught a glimpse beyond and balked. Hole indeed. It was no more than a sunken empty cell. A concrete hole.
    Heart hammering, Brit turned to the Guardians. “Wait, I—” One of the Guardians slapped her across the face, cutting off what she would have said. Brit tasted blood, but before she could respond, she felt herself falling. She twisted in an attempt to balance herself, but there was nothing beneath her feet. Pain shot up her wrists as she extended her hands to brace and came in contact with concrete. Her head struck something, and she rolled onto her back, gasping for breath.
    Behind her, the door closed with a click, and the light evaporated from the room, taking the air with it. Brit pushed to her hands and knees and forced herself to take slow deep breaths. It was a room without light. No more, no less. Dr. Rupple wouldn’t kill her. He was trying to prove who was in control. Control.
    Brit latched on to the word. Control. Shifting into a sitting position, she closed her eyes and carefully subdued the panic. She needed to be rational. She had wanted to stall for time until Incog arrived, and now she had it, albeit not quite what she had in mind.
    With a slow expulsion of air, she touched the lump on her forehead, and her fingers came away wet. A small laceration at her hairline. She pinched it shut and held pressure on it. Her knee and hip throbbed, but a quick palpation with her free hand assured her they were no more than contusions. Her slacks hadn’t even gotten torn. She couldn’t say as much for her silk blouse. There was a tear at the shoulder.
    Bastards.
    More in control, Brit felt around her with one hand. Stairs. She’d barely gotten a glance of the room—very adequately named “the hole.” The Triumvirate wouldn’t keep her long; they needed her. When the guards came to release her, she would have to try another tactic. One that didn’t result in bodily injury and total blackness.
    Brit pushed herself back until she felt the cold concrete wall, careful to keep pressure on her head wound. Now all she had to do was wait—wait and hope that her sister was nearby when Incog arrived.

Chapter Three
    Taggart Jennings hadn’t slept in two days.
    He was agitated, the drive to overanalyze every moment of the last several months with the doc exhausting and infuriating, but when had the doc been anything less? When he closed his eyes, he saw her, but he couldn’t fucking reach out to her. There was just nothing when he tried. A big fat nothing that filled his chest, rising up in him until he almost choked on it.
    Hell .
    With a frustrated growl, he attempted to focus for the hundredth time on the circuit board he was holding. He’d soldered a circuit in the wrong spot. Again.
    “Fuck.” Tag threw down the piece of technological crap he’d been staring at for the last two hours.
    “Sorry, man, but she left on her own.”
    Tag narrowed a fiery glare on his longtime friend and dragged a hand down his neck. His very skin was rubbing him the wrong way right now. “Don’t fucking push me, Raife.”
    “Face facts, Tag. She betrayed us all.”
    Tag snarled and launched at the other man until they were barely a breath apart. They circled each other. Raife Merrick, the only other Drachon that worked at Incog, was recently mated and strong as hell with the new pheromones running through his system. Tag wasn’t fool enough to think he could take the asshole, but he was