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belly bare. She knew her running pants were a little snug and she wasn’t wearing panties beneath them.
    But did he have to act as though he knew it as well?
    Because each time his gaze flicked over her, the warmth that suffused her flesh was just irritating. She didn’t need this. This was the last thing she needed. An attraction to a Breed would completely foul up her plans, and she really didn’t need that at the moment.
    A hard turn to the right threw her against him before she could brace herself. Instantly, his arm went around her, the powerful, bare flesh of his forearm heating her skin where it touched her lower arm, while his hand quickly gripped her hip.
    She had to swallow tight as she held on to the edge of her seat, refusing to look at him.
    Breeds had no true body hair, she’d heard. What they had were tiny, almost invisible hairs more closely resembling a fine pelt.
    She believed it now.
    She could feel it.
    Each invisible, silken hair caressed her overly sensitive flesh everywhere they touched.
    The Desert Dragoon bounced across the rough terrain until it hit the smoother road leading to the hotel and, thankfully, stopped jostling her against him every other second.
    Unfortunately, it did nothing to force him to remove his arm.
    If it hadn’t been for that strength wrapped around her and the fingers gripping her hip, however, she would have been thrown into the driver’s seat when the vehicle came to a screeching stop at the back entrance of the hotel.
    Breeds piled out. Stygian Black lifted Liza from the vehicle.
    Then, surrounded by big, burly bodies, she was pushed through the entrance to an elevator. Within seconds, she stepped out onto the secure fifth floor, which was reserved for Breeds alone.
    Would explanations now be forthcoming?
    They damned well better be. The last she’d heard, Breeds were not exempt from the legal repercussions of kidnapping. Jonas Wyatt, the goons’ boss, better have some damned answers.
    And didn’t it just figure that he wasn’t there?
    Instead, a team of Breeds were in place with their electronic bug detectors.
    Each member of the team that had brought her in was scanned thoroughly before Stygian took the device from one of the team members and turned to her with a grin.
    “Just get it over with,” she ordered, frustration running rampant through her body as she lifted her arms and waited.
    And prayed the earbud and skin tags were as undetectable as Cullen was certain they were.
    “Testy today, aren’t you?” Stygian grinned before moving the paddle-shaped device over her body.
    “You’d think with all the technology you guys have going for you, you wouldn’t be working with such antiquated electronics.” She eyed the twenty-year-old device skeptically.
    “Don’t let looks fool you,” he murmured as he ran the wand over her head.
    Her heart nearly tripped from her chest as he paused ather ear. A second later the device was moving again, then pausing on the other side as well.
    Thank God Cullen had instituted shutting the earbuds down completely when in the presence of Breeds.
    Giving her a small, flirtatious little wink, he turned and handed the device over to the Breed next to him before, surprisingly, striding to the door and leaving the suite entirely.
    Liza turned to Megan questioningly. “Where’s he going?”
    “He’s part of the independent security force,” Megan answered, her dark brown gaze amused. “Trust me, he’ll be back.”
    Trust her? At one time, years ago, she had trusted Megan Fields with her life. Now, trust wasn’t so easy. She was a Breed mate, and because she was a Breed mate, her first thought was for the Breed community, rather than friends, and in many areas, even family.
    Trust her? Trust any of them?
    Liza looked around the room, taking in the hard gazes and ready stances of each person in the room.
    She really didn’t think so.
    Stepping into the connecting room, Stygian glanced at the monitors on the wall, watching