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“Really hard,” the other shifter said, a deep frown between his brows. “But we got ‘em.”

“Then there was no way to save them for rehab.”

“Sorry, Mastyr, but no. We would have needed a few more shifters for that.”

Ian waved a hand. “We all do what we can.”

The taller of the two scratched his forehead. Something was on his mind. Lowering his voice, he said, “We’re looking forward to the recon foray later. But … ”

“What is it? Don’t hold back.”

“Mastyr Ben was here earlier, asking questions. Didn’t feel right to lie to him.”

“Sorry to put you in that position, but I need you to keep your mission a complete secret. I’ll explain everything to Ben later. He’ll understand.”

Regan had long since looked away from the Invictus pair on the ground and was grateful when Ian took to the skies once more. She drew a deep breath. “The smell surprised me.”

“Gut wounds are the worst. The intestines open up.”

She forced her stomach to settle down, swallowing hard a few times.

“I need to contact Ben, see if he’s getting suspicious.” Regan sensed when Ian began pathing with his second-in-command.

She turned her attention to the lights in the town below. So much had changed in Camberlaune over the centuries, she hardly recognized any of the places she’d seen so far.

She felt Ian grow tense as he began his descent. She knew he’d disconnected his telepathic conversation with Ben. “Everything okay?”

“Just feeling guilty. I really hate keeping Ben in the dark. He asked if I’d been setting up some kind of mission into the mountains, so I told him a half-truth that I was sending three or four teams on recon work. He said I should have told him.”

“What did you say to that?”

Ian crossed a small range of rolling hills, then descended into the backyard of a modern dwelling. “I lied. I said I thought I had.”

“Did he believe you?”

“Nope, but he let it go.”

Regan looked around. “This is a lovely home. By the way, exactly how many places do you have?”

“Five. Six including the lake cave.”

“I really have to see that cave.”

“At some point, I’m sure you will.” He was smiling as he set her down on the lawn.

When she hopped off his boot, he led her into the house by way of the backdoor. She glanced up and saw the steel shutters ready to come down near dawn against so much glass.

The house was single story and he walked her to the master bedroom. Once there, he gestured to the bathroom. “The hamper’s right outside the door.”

“Perfect.” She’d had plenty of sex over the years, but sometimes the logistics afterward could be crazily embarrassing.

After cleaning up, she put the kerchief in the hamper. Ian stood near the foot of the bed, waiting for her. He’d donned a black tank, fresh leathers and even wore a different pair of thigh boots that had skulls running down the outside seams.

She couldn’t help but smile. “Zane would love those.”

Ian laughed. “They were a gift from him. I don’t wear them often, but given what we’re be heading into, I liked the idea.”

She glanced at his rings. “When did you start wearing so much hardware? You never used to.”

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