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“Dante and Jason,” Mason growled.
Ash held up a hand, a sign to stop. Mason realized he’d jumped to his feet already. His wolf demanded the death of traitors. Ash stepped closer, pressing her hand against his chest.
“We need answers, not dead men,” she said. “I assume you have a nice quiet place where we can ask our questions?”
Mason nodded.
Dante twitchedon the concrete floor when the stream of water splashed over his face. He sleepily blocked it with his hand, then sucked in a breath as he came to. That sputtered his growl and sent him coughing. Jason still slumbered in the cell beside him. They were both naked.
On the other side of the silver-encrusted bars, Mason watched his mate handle the squirt gun with renewed respectand a hint of fear. He’d wanted to charge in and beat the truth out of the traitors she’d overheard.
Instead, she provided a drug strong enough to knock a shifter out cold for an hour. Then he followed her as she snuck into each man’s cabin, silent as a ghost to dose them. No wonder he hadn’t heard her outside his office earlier.
The vicious smile on her face as she woke the men did something primal to him. Ever since finding his mate, he wanted to do nothing but protect her. In a way, it seemed he neededherprotection. He’d never have found these traitors without her.
In the cell, Dante finally recovered from his coughing fit. He shuffled back, blinking at the harsh lights aimed right at him, then at the shadowy figures of Mason and Ash behind the spotlight.
“You’ve made the last mistake of your lives, whoever you are,” Dante growled.
He jumped to his feet and rushed to the bars. His shoulder slammed into the cell door. It shook and held. He did not. With a high yelp, he jumped back from the bars, hand over his injured and smoking shoulder.
“Ouch. That’s gotta hurt,” Ash said in the least sympathetic tone possible. “Here, let me help.”
A blast of water from her squirt gun hit Dante’s shoulder. In the next cell, Jason started coming to. He sat up groggily, wiping his hand over his bald head, then shielded his eyes with it, blinking furiously. The water stream moved to him, and he jumped to his feet.
“I recognize your voice,” Dante growled, still holding his injured shoulder, though it stopped smoking. “Mason’s going to kill you for this, new girl.”
“No, I’m not,” Mason said.
The men in the cells paled at his voice. The scent of their fear overcame the burning silver stench. Mason held his tongue and let the traitors wallow in the silence.
“You’re done, Mason,” Jason yelled. “We are a pack. You can’t treat a pack like this. The others will kill you for this. The pup …”
“Shut up!” Dante interrupted.
“No, please keep talking.” Ash stepped in front of the spotlight. “It’s funny. You use Mason as a threat against me. I understand, him being alpha and all. But then you use another name to threaten your alpha a moment later. Maybe thePuppeteer?”
The two men shared a look. Both were staring wide-eyed. They knew they were caught, that Mason and Ash had more than just a suspicion to back up the accusations. Neither said a word.
“Oh, cat got your tongues?” Ash asked in a mocking tone. “Lucky for us, I have some truth serum.”
She pushed the duffle bag she’d produced the large squirt gun and knockout drugs from in front of her with one foot, bringing it into the light. Even on the right side of the silver bars, it unnerved Mason to watch her method, but at the same time, he saw his mate’s strength and resolve.
Without a word, she squatted, setting the squirt gun aside. She unzipped the bag and pulled out a pair of rubber gloves. Completely unhurried, she pulled one of them over a hand and then the other. Next, she produced a small bottle made of brown glass with an eyedropper top before standing, squirt gun in her other hand.
“My truth serum,” Ash said, giving the bottle a shake. “You know it’s available at almost every natural food store or quack supplement shop. It shouldn’t be. It doesn’t actually have any medical effect on people, but if a person drank too much, itwould turn their skin blue permanently. Colloidal silver’s effects on shifters can be permanent too.”
With that said, she dumped the bottle into the squirt gun’s tank, screwed the top back on, and gave the gun a few pumps. Mason stared wide-eyed at the now potentially lethal weapon, though he’d laughed when she first produced it.
“You crazy bitch! We aren’t talking,” Jason yelled.
“Help! Help!” Dante bellowed.
“Yell all you want,” Mason said, then knocked a hand against the wall. “They built this bunker deep enough to survive nuclear fallout during the Cuban Missile Crisis. Do you think anyone is going to hear you down here? Your only way out of this cell is answering the lady’s questions.”
“And I just want to know who the Puppeteer is,” Ash added, pointing her squirt gun between the men and giving it another pump.
“I’m not telling you shit,” Jason replied.
