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“I’ll do better than that, dear. I’ll call her myself and let her know you’d like to ask her about some of those shelter girls.” Behind Sister Margaret, the teakettle began to whistle. She smiled, as pleasant as a sweet little gra
They’d gulped their tea as quickly as they could without seeming completely rude.
Even so, it had taken more than twenty minutes to get away from sweet Sister Margaret Mary Howland. Fortunately, her offer to phone Sister Grace had proven useful.
The other retired nun was apparently in better health than her friend, living without assistance, and, from the one-sided conversation Je
“Nice place,” Je
The big house sat on about two acres of land, a postage stamp compared to home sites in Alaska, but clearly a luxury setting here on the coast of Cape Cod. With snow filling the yard and clinging to the rocks, the steel blue ocean sprawling out to the horizon, the bright canary Victorian looked as wholesome and inviting as a spot of warm sunshine in the midst of so much cold and winter.
“I hope we have better luck here,” Alex said from beside Je
As Renata parked the Rover near the house, Dylan pivoted around from next to her up front. “If she can’t help identify some of the missing women from the New York shelter, maybe she’ll be able to tell us the names of the Breedmates in the two new sketches Claire Reichen has given us.”
Je
“Elise picked them up from her Darkhaven friend yesterday.”
Dylan handed Je
Dylan rang the doorbell. “Cross your fingers. Hell, say a prayer while you’re at it.”
A housekeeper appeared a moment later and politely informed them that they were expected. Meanwhile, Je
An image of a young woman with sleek dark hair and almond-shaped eyes stared back at her. The delicate face was familiar, even in the pencil drawing that didn’t quite capture the full impact of her exotic beauty.
Cori
Brock’s Cori
Could it really be her? If so, how? He had been so certain she was dead. He’d told Je
Oh, God … could she actually be alive? Had she somehow ended up in Dragos’s hands and been held captive by him for all this time?
Je
Yet another part of her was gripped with a dark, shameful fear—the fear that this new knowledge might cost her the man she loved.
She had to tell Brock as soon as possible. It was the right thing to do—he had to know the truth. He had to see the sketch for himself and determine if Je
“Please, make yourselves comfortable. I’ll go tell Sister Grace that you’re here,” said the pleasant little woman as she left Je
“Alex,” she murmured, giving a little tug of her coat sleeve. “I need to call the compound.”
Alex frowned. “What’s wrong?”
“This sketch,” she said, glancing at it once more and feeling utterly certain now that Claire Reichen had seen Cori
“What?” Alex replied, taking the folder to look at it herself. “Jen, are you sure?”
Renata and Dylan moved closer, as well, all three of Je
“By all means, dear,” said a cool, female voice. “Do tell.”
Je
But it was those eyes that gave her away.
Those dullish eyes, and the prickling of Je
Je
“Holy shit,” she said, recalling the same peculiar look in the eyes of the FBI men who’d tried to kill her and Brock in New York just days before. Je
CHAPTER
Thirty
That’s about the tenth time you’ve checked that thing since we came down here.” Brock smirked at Dante as the warrior—the anxious, expectant father—broke away from the group in the weapons room to look at his PDA. “Damn, my man, you’re about as jumpy as a cat.”
“Tess is napping in our quarters,” Dante replied. “If she needs anything, I told her to text me.”
Apparently finding no messages since his last look about five minutes ago, he set the device back down on the table and returned to the firing range where Brock, Kade, Rio, and Niko waited to resume their target practice.
As Dante swaggered back to his place among his brethren, Niko peered at him with mock intensity, getting up close and staring at his face before finally giving an exaggerated shrug. “I’ll be damned. Nothing there, after all.”
“What?” Dante asked, his black brows crunched into a scowl. “What the hell are you doing?”
Niko gri
“Piss off,” Dante said around a deep chuckle. He pointed a finger in Niko’s direction. “I’m go
“No need to wait on that,” Kade put in. “Renata’s already got him trained to jump on command. Probably got him on a leash of her own, too.”
“Yeah?” Niko reached for his belt and made a show of starting to unbuckle it. “Give me a second and I’ll show you.”
Brock shook his head at his brethren, not quite feeling part of the jokes and lighthearted smack-talk about Breedmates and babies soon to be on the way. He couldn’t help thinking about Je