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“You should have just done your job, Jana. Killed the freaks and done your damn job.” Beth’s voice. She stepped forward, her arms crossed over her chest. “We don’t tolerate failure here.”
“Bite me.” The words came, slow and sluggish because they’d drugged her.
Beth’s lips tightened. “The wolf is going to die. It’s a matter of time. He’s going to die and so are you.”
Then the two men reached for her with scalpels in their hands.
“They liked pain.” She swallowed. “I wasn’t the only one they worked on. While I was with them, I saw the supernaturals they brought in. Those doctors cut them open. Hell, they did it while the paranormals were alive. They cut them, and they tortured them just to see how much pain they could take. We were all just experiments to them.”
And he saw the blood-soaked images. One after the other.
“They made a mistake with me. They needed to keep me conscious while they cut into my head, and they didn’t drug me heavily enough.”
The damn scalpels glinted. Each bastard had one gripped in a white-gloved hand. “Today we slice into her brain. Let’s see if she’s wired to burn.”
Jana’s eyes had gone to the men. Marked them. Even as Beth’s high heels tapped across the tiled floor, Jana let the power swell. The heat spread through her as the charge grew, burning hotter, hotter as it swelled with her rage.
The fire erupted.
Zane jerked back, almost feeling the flames on his skin. But, no, that hadn’t been real. The room was cold. Ice cold. Jana stood before him. Just her. No flames.
“They’ve improved on their drugs since my last stay.” Again, he heard her thoughts because he was still in her mind. “They’re keeping the room cold to further lock down my power. Unless I can charge up, I’m going to be powerless, and they know that.”
She stepped forward. Closing the space he’d created when he stumbled back. “I need to get warm.” Whispered in his mind. The fingertips she pressed to his cheek seemed so cold. Not like Jana’s hot touch. “Help me.” When she exhaled, he saw a faint puff of white near her lips. Too cold.
He wanted to help her. After what he’d seen—fuck, life wasn’t black and white, he knew that. Jana wasn’t the heartless assassin he’d originally pictured. But he’d already sensed that, even without slipping into her past.
His gift. He didn’t just pick up on thoughts when he went into someone’s mind. He saw the person’s life. That was one of the many reasons he never went inside a human’s head.
Sometimes, you didn’t want to see the dark deeds that should stay hidden.
Jana’s past wasn’t pretty, but then, neither was his.
“Sex can charge me.” The words echoed in his mind though her lips never moved. “When the lust burns inside, it’ll push back the fog from the drugs and help me to fight the cold.” Her gaze held his. “Don’t let me be weak when they come back for me.”
Zane swallowed.
“Please.” Her whisper broke the air and broke him.
His mouth pressed against hers even as his hands reached for her. He pulled her close, so close, crushing her against him. There’d be no time for finesse. No gentle loving. The pricks out there could come in at any moment, and he’d be damned if he left her weak.
The moment their lips touched, lust flared between them. The need—the white-hot desire that was always so close when she was around him erupted. Her lips were soft, silken, and her tongue moved eagerly to meet his.
Her nipples stabbed against his chest and a low murmur rolled in her throat. She might want him to touch her so that her power would come back, but she also just wanted him. That was good, because he sure wanted her.
Zane lifted his head, and his power poured out. It surged around them, and a gray fog swirled in the air. The fog thickened, tightening, making a wall around their bodies, and blocking the prying eyes. There was no way he’d let those bastards see him with Jana.
Her lips lifted in the briefest of smiles. “I knew you were strong,” she murmured and took his mouth again. Lips, tongue, need.
His heart thudded in his chest. The guards watching the cameras would freak out when they saw the fog. They wouldn’t have much time.
His hands pushed between them. He found the snap of her jeans. Jerked the button. Eased down the zipper.
“Zane.”
He shoved the jeans down. His fingers pushed under the elastic edge of her panties and found her sweet, tender core. Her nails sank into his arms as she held on tight.
“Burn for me,” he rasped as he let his mouth feather over her throat. “Burn.” His fingers stroked her sex. His thumb pushed down on her clit and the scent of her arousal teased his nostrils.
