"Then hide her." Jonas shrugged. "And hide her well, wolf, because if she even breathes the truth of tonight's events, I'll make sure she never takes another breath."
***
JONAS watched, several hours later, as Matthias loaded his conscious, bound and gagged little burden into the folded-back front seat, secured her into place, and drove away. He leaned against the outside of the van and grinned, hell if he could help it. Sometimes, his people just amazed him, especially those who hadn't yet heard the truth of the mating heat, or the first signs of it. Common sense was the first casualty to the heat, and he almost regretted letting the Wolf Breed drive away to parts unknown. It would have been fun as hell to watch.
"He's gonna mate her," Simon drawled from inside the van. "That look in his eye was impossible to mistake. I thought he was going to rip my throat out when I suggested breaking her neck."
"He came close." Jonas smirked.
"You should have warned him," Lawe sighed.
"You should have had him dragged back to Sanctuary for those stupid tests," Rule snarled. "If they don't find a cure for that shit, I'm never going to f**k again. It's starting to give me the jeebies." Jonas chuckled. "We need to understand it, you can forget about curing it. Besides, Ely and the Wolf Breed scientists have enough victims. No sense in adding a new pair to the mix."
"And if he can't convince her to keep her mouth shut?" Simon voiced the question rolling around in Jonas's head. He grimaced at the thought of the answer to it.
"Track him," he ordered the other man. "If he can't convince her not to talk, then we'll have to." Permanently if necessary. He'd hate it. It would sicken his soul, but he had done worse to see to the Breeds' survival, and he was certain he would do so again. Shedding innocent blood would add to the nightmares, though, and that he wasn't anticipating. As far as Jonas was concerned, he had enough nightmares to fight.
CHAPTER TWO
She should have changed out of the short black skirt and white blouse she wore to work. She should have worn jeans. Pants, anything but the leg-flattering little skirt she was so fond of. Because it was now around her thighs. So indecently around her thighs that Grace felt herself flushing. And while she was considering her recent mistakes, she should have let someone know she had returned. Checked in. Put off dealing with Albrecht's complaints. Anything but what she had ended up doing.
But she just had to come back for that stupid little bathing suit she had stuffed in the pocket of her jacket. And when she had, Mr. Albrecht's message had been flashing on her machine. Irate. Demanding action over some slight by the staff.
She had listened to the message, erased it, because she was anal about stuff like that, and then had gone to Albrecht's suite. That had been her biggest mistake.
The door had been slightly open, but Albrecht was known for that kind of absentmindedness. He was so arrogantly certain no one would dare attack him under the eagle eye of the security cameras that he ignored every precaution. Security had warned him repeatedly that they could not ensure his safety if he didn't stop leaving the suite door open. Normally, one of the security personnel contacted his bodyguards in the other room and had them do it. Tonight, security hadn't taken care of it. Which meant they were updating the security system. Which meant the damned system, as well as the backup, was off-line. Which meant no one knew what the f**k had happened to her !
Ten minutes. The system had been off-line for ten freaking stupid minutes, and one of their most influential residents was dead.
It didn't matter that he was an ass**le. He was still dead. And Matthias had killed him. Her breath hitched as she battled the tears filling her eyes. The man she had fallen in love with was a killer.
She glanced over at him.
His expression was imposing in the low lights from the dash. The wicked scar that slashed over his forehead, across his eye, then to the center of his cheek was hidden from her view. His profile revealed only the dark curve and slash of arrogant bones, the arch of black brows. Thick, coarse black hair, as dark as night, flowed down his neck and was caught at the nape of his neck with some sort of elastic band.
Broad shoulders and a body so tight and hard it gave a girl damp panties. He was dressed in his customary black leather pants, shit-kicker boots, a T-shirt, and black leather jacket. The gloves he had worn on his hands had been black as well. They were gone now. And to top it all off, he was a Wolf Breed. Powerful, charismatic, scarred, and dangerous. All the things that made a girl's heart go thump in the night.
And he was a killer.
She flinched as his hand moved, then drew in a shaky breath as the gag was removed from her mouth. He didn't stop to untie her, or to release the restraints holding her to the lowered seat. But at least she could speak now.
"Just how damned stupid are you?" The words broke past her lips before she could think. "You should have killed me back at the hotel, because I swear to God I'm going to watch you fry." She tried to tear herself loose, jerking and writhing against the bonds furiously.
"Keep it up, and I'm going to see more than just those pretty thighs, Grace." His husky voice had her stilling, her gaze jerking to where he was glancing at her thighs before looking down her body.
"Oh yeah, as if you haven't already made certain you could see more," she yelled, flushing at the knowledge that her skirt had ridden to the crotch of her panties. Her damp panties. "What are you going to do now, rape me before you kill me?"
He stared down at her with whiskey colored eyes. Those eyes almost mesmerized her.
"If I intended to kill you, I wouldn't rape you first," he promised her mockingly. "Somehow, that just reeks of foul play."
"And murder doesn't?" She gasped in outrage.
"Albrecht was a member of the Genetics Council." The sound of his voice, low, husky, nearing another of those dangerous growls she had heard just before he grabbed her, had her flinching. "That wasn't a murder, Grace, it was an act of mercy."
She stared back at him in shock.
"He was a mean old man," she admitted in disbelief. "But he couldn't have been part of the Genetics Council any longer. He was so absentminded he forgot to close his stupid doors. If he had been a member, he had likely forgotten it by now. Which makes it murder." She hated liars.