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Yeah. Kane’s job. And he was not going to be happy that the ball had been dropped on his watch.

Carmichael went on, “Our concern is stopping Selina and the research she’s financing. Everyone else is so focused on the thefts, no one’s asking what she’s using the money for.”

Genetic research on shifters. Creating supersoldiers—true monsters.

“I know,” Rachelle said. “I know as well as you do we have to shut her down.”

“You have to get into the vault and pick up her aura trail,” Carmichael said. “This is the first chance we’ve had to get it fresh.”

“You think I don’t know?” Rachelle snapped. “But it’s not going to be easy. As far as they’re concerned, I’m a lounge singer. I’m not even supposed to be here.”

“You’ve done harder things,” Carmichael said. “Use your powers. This is not the time to be squeamish. If we’re going to be genetic freaks, we at least need to take what opportunities we have to use our powers for good.”

“Good is relative,” Rachelle muttered.

Carmichael snorted. “Save the philosophy for later. The trail’s getting cold.” He hung up.

Rachelle turned her phone off and put it in her glove compartment. She didn’t need Carmichael breathing down her neck, reminding her how much was at stake.

This was why she’d run away over ten years ago. Why she’d ended up on the streets rather than be used. And then she’d let them pull her back in.

No matter what Kane had done, at least he’d had the guts to stick to his convictions of right and wrong.

She wished she did.

Rachelle made her way around to the side entrance that the performers and stagehands used, casing it from the shadow of an SUV. There was a security guard outside, which meant they were still trying to control who entered and left the building.

She might be able to talk her way around him, but she didn’t want anyone to remember she’d been here.

She sighed. She really, really hated using her powers. It felt too close to what Selina did—messing with people’s heads, making them question what was real and what wasn’t. That’s why she never did jobs for the Agency if she could avoid it.

She closed her eyes and focused on the light waves going past her, coaxing them to bend around her. She wasn’t quite invisible, but she was damn difficult to see. Then she picked up a rock and lobbed it up, out of the guard’s line of sight, hearing it hit the dumpster by the back door.

The guard drew his gun and moved in the direction of the dumpsters. Rachelle ran across the parking lot as quietly as she could, opened the door and slipped through.

Chapter 14

Kane paced Owen’s office, the vault in the next room mocking him with its emptiness.

Shit. He should have been here.

This was what he was always afraid of. He took one day off—did one good thing for himself—and everything went to hell. Why couldn’t he keep his fucking mind on the job?

Ever since Jace met Emma, Kane had been telling the other Silverlake leaders to stop thinking with their dicks—to stop letting some antiquated idea of “fated mates” cause trouble for the pack.

He knew what happened when a wolf trusted the bond too much. At worst, he turned into a monster, like the one Selina had made out of him. At best, he stopped using his head and made impulsive decisions based on emotion.

And no one could deny all three of the recent Silverlake mates had brought trouble with them.

Why the hell hadn’t he listened to his own advice?

Not that Rachelle was his mate, just because she could soothe Wolf.

But he’d gotten distracted by her. He’d let down his guard, and this had happened.

He looked through the one-way mirror set into the wall. It looked into the conference room, allowing people in this room to observe meetings unseen.

Right now, the conference room was serving as a holding room for Noah. He was chained to the leg of the conference table—heavy-duty chains that resisted shifter strength.