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damn cage and do as I say.”
    Relieved that the man’s attention was off Nyree, Rohm walked quickly to the cage, allowing the thugs to lock him in before he stepped forward and gripped the bars closest to Nyree, but the evil little man didn’t take the scalpel from her eye. 
    “Now, show me your Sentry.”
    Eyeing the camera’s surrounding the cage, Rohm warred with uncertainty. 
    “Is she not worth it?” he challenged.  “If she’s so insignificant to you, then maybe one of my men would like her.”
    Rohm stepped back, spreading his arms wide.  His chest shimmered, then blurred.
    “DON’T!”  Nyree screamed.
    An image began to center in Rohm’s chest, slowly growing until it engulfed him from head-to-toe before a huge white shape leapt free. 
    “Remarkable,” the monster at Nyree’s side muttered as he lowered his arm, gawking at the massive polar bear who now shared the cage with Rohm.
    The great beast was docile for only a moment before throwing himself at the bars with a mighty roar.  Rohm joined in, and Nyree swore she felt the concrete shake beneath the table she lay on as the doctor’s scalpel clattered to the floor when he jumped back, a quickly stifled look of terror on his face. Hopeful, Nyree turned to eye Rohm and Zavier as the duo attacked the bars of the cage.  Disappointment was swift as she realized that, while the bars bowed slightly, that was the extent of the damage.  
    “Bring in the Walker,” Chambers bellowed, and Nyree jerked her head around as far as she could to face the door.

Chapter 5
    A Walker?   Any hope that flared to life quickly diminished when the two goons came in, holding a shackled man between them.  Ash. Nyree had seen him a handful of times at the Estate, but they’d never spoken and she didn’t know much about him. 
    “Put him in the cage with the other beast.  I need to know what we’re dealing with.”
    Nyree’s stomach dropped, her eyes following the Walker as he was led to the cage holding Rohm.
    “You’re going to fight,” Chambers began, but was abruptly cut off when Rohm barked, “No.”
    “Oh, you will fight.” Bending back to the drawer where he found the scalpel, Nyree watched in horror as he pulled out a large pair of stainless steel shears.  “Or I’ll start taking pieces off your Angel.”
    She didn’t need to see Rohm’s face to know he’d do as ordered.  But the Walker, what would his motivation to fight be?  Survival?  She hoped that, because he still bore his halo, it meant he wasn’t mated and there wasn’t an Angel somewhere in the compound who was being used against him like she was being used against Rohm.  The psycho with the scissors had called her Rohm’s Angel, but admitted that he knew Rohm wasn’t a Skin Walker.  Perhaps the idiot believed she belonged to Rohm because they were brought in together.
    “Walker…ASH!” she screamed.  “You don’t have to do this!  Monroe will come for us!”  Hell, she didn’t know if the Walker even cared, but she had to try.  God only knew what would happen if a Keeper and a Skin Walker went to battle full-bore.  Dread filled her and she licked her lips, her eyes never leaving the Walker’s.  “I’m not his Angel.” She explained.  “He doesn’t have to fight for me!”
    Rohm snarled, drawing her attention.  “I will fight to keep you from harm, Nyree.”
    “No,” she barked. “You don’t have to.  I don’t want you to.”
    Suddenly, she felt her hand grabbed, her pinky extended even as she tried to fist her hand.  “DON’T!”
    Grinning, he straightened the finger, sliding the shears around it.  She screamed. “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
    “DON’T,” Rohm bellowed.  “I’LL FIGHT!”
    Chambers stilled as he lifted his head, jerking his chin toward Rohm. “Put the Walker in the cage.”
    “I won’t fight for your fucking entertainment,” the Walker growled, his voice deep and rough.
    “Oh, it’s not just for my entertainment.  And