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“Oh my gawd, save me from males with funny deficiencies.” Starla checked the vitals of the female beside her.
“If everything is under control here, I need to search for Thana. Thane, can you feel her?” Severin ignored the bickering and opened his mind, searching for his female through their connection, damning the limitation.
“Give me a minute. Let me open my senses wider. She was blocking me before. I can feel it now, the stubborn female.” Thane trembled and dropped to one knee.
Severin moved, grabbing hold of the other male. “What is it?”
“Fucking shit. She’s close but not...” Thane steadied himself. “I’ve locked onto her. You ready?”
“Yes. Show me,” he ordered.
“Only because you asked so nicely.”
Severin kept his mind open, looking through the link Thane created. Like the abandoned missile site on Long Island, they’d taken Thana to another place they’d thought would go unnoticed. His female lay on a bed like the ones they’d rescued the others on, but the room looked much more high-tech.
“They’ve been using that place a lot longer,” Severin growled. “I wonder how many they’ve killed throughout the years in their thirst for whatever they’re looking for?”
“More than one is one too many. What do you need from me?” Savage asked, sliding a possessive arm around his mate.
“Thane and I will go in and get Thana. From what I saw, she’s the only one in their facility besides a few scientists. If we need backup, trust me, my mate’s safety comes before my male pride.” Severin would never choose himself over Thana’s well-being.
“We’re heading about three hours north to Howe Caverns in Schoharie County, New York.” Thane sent the location into Severin’s mind.
“Are you ready to go?” he asked Thane, his mind already locked onto the facility hidden beneath the surface. Howes Cave sits one hundred fifty-six feet below the surface, with expansive sixty-foot passageways, an underground river they’ve called the River Styx, and another body of water they’ve called the Lake of Venus. The entire thing stayed at a constant year-round temperature of fifty-two degrees Fahrenheit—an absolutely perfect place to hide their dirty deeds.
“Ready when you are, Bràthair.”
He and Thane flashed away together. The cavern’s property was vast. He could totally see why humans found the place perfect for vacationing. Not that he’d ever gone on vacation anywhere like that before.
Thane and he flowed below the Earth following Thana’s essence. They were far enough underground that Severin knew human ears would’ve been popping. He wondered how the scientists handled traveling that far down every day and coming back up without damaging themselves.
“Okay, here we go. We should pop into one of the scientists. Sound solid to you?” Thane asked through their link.
“Fine, I’m taking the one closest to Thana.” Severin seamlessly entered a female, acclimating himself to her entire being. He barely controlled the need to stab himself in the eye. She was a cunt in every sense of the word.
“We need to get blood from her before Professor Gideon arrives.”
“I’m already here. Why is it you’re unable to produce results?”
Gideon glared at the bed where the woman with off-the-charts gifts was strapped down. “Let me make some adjustments.”
He pulled the stainless steel suitcase he’d brought with him next to the bed. She really was a gorgeous woman. Tall, lithe, and if he didn’t have a handful of women watching, he’d take his time running more than his eyes over her naked body.
He opened the case and pulled out the new wrist and ankle restraints, waving away the idiot’s offered help.
He struggled to keep his hands off her as he took the shackle-like band and replaced it with the new state-of-the-art cuff. To the untrained eye, you wouldn’t see the microscopic needle of proto-adamantium on the underside. With quick, efficient movements, he hooked up the IV line to the top and adjusted the monitor. Once he was sure everything was in place, he pulled the computer from the case and set it on the rolling cart, double-checking that the reading matched the monitor.
“Are you seeing the readings on this monitor at your computers?” he asked, glancing over his shoulder.
“Yes, Professor Gideon.”
He glanced at the speaker, narrowing his gaze. “Professor Dove, what did we get from the three specimens at the Nike facility?”
Her fingers flew across the keyboard, filling the quiet. “We haven’t received their final analysis yet, Sir. In fact, they haven’t checked in with their data since the last report, over six hours ago. Should I reach out to them?”
Gideon waved his hand. “No, we’ll compare the data from the previous tests to what I get from this one.”
He clicked a few keys, then watched the woman for a sign she was waking. He wanted to see her ruby-red fluid run from her into the tubes and through the machine. He’d have answers and, hopefully, be ahead of all his predecessors in no time. Gideon wanted to rub his hands together like a child getting his first taste of chocolate. Of course, he did no such thing. His upbringing beat the child out of him long ago.
