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meeting his gaze. Her brows lowered. “Do you need Forestor to tuck you in?”
    Tag growled and rubbed a hand over his buzzed head. Forestor was the owner of Incog and one badass Guardian. He was more than capable of making sure Tag not only went back to the suite he lived in on the upper levels of the Incog building, but that he slept…permanently if necessary.
    “Is that a threat?” Tag snarled. Raife shifted to fill the space between them, protective of his pregnant mate. It hadn’t been too long ago Tag had accused Katya of being the traitor. He’d given the little tech genius a hard time, but he’d since made it up to her. It cost him a ride out to that bagel shop down the street every morning to get her favorite craving. And she wouldn’t even share.
    Katya was already head down over her computer, unconcerned with his frustrated posturing. She snorted without looking up. “Growl at someone else, Tag. I’m not impressed.” She lifted her head and stared at him for a long moment, her features softening. “There’s more important things going on here than whether Dr. Mahoney is guilty or innocent. There are people being tortured in the GenTest facility, Tag. People who are innocent. And we both have jobs to do to make sure the hellhole gets leveled and those innocent people rescued. Focus on that.”
    Tag knew she was right. Katya had spent almost a year there, so she knew better than any of them what those people were going through. She and Raife lived in one of the suites in the Incog building down the hall from him because it was too much of a risk to allow her to so much as leave the security of the building. At night she still had nightmares that radiated a pain and terror so strong he picked up on them telepathically from down the hall. To think the doc was responsible for that…
    He couldn’t.
    “You’re right, little sister.” Tag scratched at the two days’ growth on his face with a resigned sigh. “Don’t call the boss. I’ll be a good boy.”
    Raife snorted and folded his arms over his chest.
    “For what it’s worth, Tag, I think there’s more going on here than it looks.” Katya sent the thought to him mentally, casting a wary look at her mate. “Raife is just worried about me.”
    “I’m sorry this happened to you, little sis.” Tag shifted uncomfortably. “You didn’t deserve to get caught up in this shit.”
    “I think you know better than most we rarely get what we deserve.”
    “Understatement of the year.”
    “You’re asking for an ass-kicking, man.” Raife growled, no doubt picking up on their telepathic communication but unable to catch their actual words.
    “No worries, asshole. She turned me down. Again.”
    Raife responded with another threatening grumble at the familiar joke. Tag always joked about stealing Katya away, and even though he felt the chuckle move through his chest, the usual humor was absent.
    Instead he left Katya to soothe her grumpy mate and made his way back to his suite. Most of the agents lived somewhere in the city, but Tag chose to keep an apartment within the Incog building like the doc. She’d been barely eighteen when Forestor had brought her in. Haunted. A pain radiating off her that called to him, raising every instinct he had to protect her. He’d suspected then she would have been his mate. At the time he’d assumed it was some kind of fucked-up karmic joke, since Drachon couldn’t mate females not of their species.
    Now he knew it was. Katya and Raife proved Drachon could mate crossbreed females, but whether or not the doc was Tag’s mate didn’t matter. He was only half of a whole. A twin. For Drachon, male twins were rare, celebrated. When mated they became a sacred triad, prophesized to be a sign of renewed life and faith for his people.
    Right . Tag snorted derisively as he keyed his security code in and opened his suite door. Hispeople were totally fucked because his twin was a damn traitor and his likely mate didn’t