Breeds: Stygian's Honour Part 20

Her husband perhaps, but not her.

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"Amber is my child," Rachel whispered.

"She's the reason we're so desperate to find Gideon."

Ah yes, the baby.

Liza breathed out roughly. "I just wish I could have helped. If it would ease whatever your baby is going through, Mrs. Wyatt, then maybe this would make a little more sense to me."

"Please, call me Rachel." Easing to the couch, Rachel turned to face her.

Liza sipped at the coffee again, hoping to buy herself some time and a bit more of her equilibrium before she was forced to actually converse and make sense.

"Unfortunately, no one but the four in- volved in the experiments that created the drug Amber was given can help." Rachel grimaced as a young Breed female set anoth- er cup of coffee on the table for the director's wife.

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The pet.i.te Breed was smaller than most Breed females. She was dainty, almost fra- gile, with shoulder-length dark brown hair and soft green eyes.

"Thank you, Erin." Rachel's smile was tired as she looked up at the younger woman.

"Is Amber still sleeping?"

"Yes, ma'am," Erin answered with a nod.

"And the fever seems to have eased a bit."

Rachel's lashes lowered in relief for long moments before they opened once again.

"I'll be in the kitchen if you need me," Erin told her before turning and heading to the other end of the room.

"Everyone is here to find more than just Gideon then?" Because that wasn't the story the president of the Navajo Nation had been given.

Rachel shook her head. "Gideon is the only one of the group the Breeds have been able to track down. The other boy and two girls have simply vanished." Her voice thickened.

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"The two girls are truly the ones we need in- formation on, but if Gideon is all we can find, then perhaps he can remember something from his time with the girls and the treat- ments they were given. Anything, Liza, that he could remember is better than the noth- ing we have now." Emotion filled her voice, and tears gathered in her eyes.

Liza reached out and took the coffee cup and saucer that was shaking dangerously in Rachel's hands and placed it on the table.

Rachel's distress wasn't forced. Her love and her concern for her daughter went to her soul. For a moment, as strange as it seemed, Liza swore she could sense that pain, the desperation and fear the other woman was feeling.

Her heart was really breaking for the mother forced to watch her daughter suffer.

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"I'm sorry." Rachel's smile was shaky as she quickly wiped her eyes and looked around the room. "Thank G.o.d Jonas isn't in the room yet. We try to be strong for each other-"

She broke off as the door to the suite opened and Jonas entered, along with Stygi- an, Malachi, Isabelle, Isabelle's father, Ter- ran, and the president of the Nation, Ray Martinez. There was Lawe Justice and his new wife, Diane Broen-Justice. Behind them trailed Rule Breaker-h.e.l.l of a name-and a small, dark-haired woman. Liza actually re- cognized her.

Elyiana Morrey was the Feline Breeds' ge- netic and physiological specialist and their main medical expert. Behind her was anoth- er woman, her long black hair hanging in thin braids nearly to her waist, her cafe au lait skin tone only a shade lighter than Stygi-an's.

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It took a moment, but she'd seen her pic- ture in an article on the Wolf Breed com- munity of Haven. Dr. Nikki Armani, the Wolf Breed genetic and medical expert.

It was a Breed convention, and she had no idea how the h.e.l.l she had managed a person- al invitation.

"Ms. Johnson." Jonas stepped forward.

"I've been in contact with your father. He's in New York on Navajo business."

Liza let her eyes close briefly.

Was she suddenly ten again?

They were calling her parents?

Opening her eyes, she shot Stygian a ful- minating look before glaring at Jonas.

"Why would you call my parents? I wasn't harmed."

"It's a basic courtesy," he answered coolly.

"We've extended our offer to provide the protection needed to ensure that today's and tonight's occurrences don't become a repeat.

If the offer is acceptable to you, then he's in 282/862 agreement with the Bureau of Breed Affairs providing security until his return in a week's time."

Liza leaned back against the couch, crossed her arms over her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and turned her glare on Stygian once again.

She wasn't having fun yet.

He was rather cute, though, as he grim- aced before turning a much harsher glare back to Jonas.

But Jonas being who he was, the b.a.s.t.a.r.d he could be, simply ignored it.

And wasn't it interesting that her father had agreed to the Breeds' offer to protect her? He knew the cover story in place if any- one came in too close. Her status as an un- dercover agent for the Navajo Law Enforce- ment Agency gave her an excuse for many of the a.s.signments she took with the Navajo Underground.

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both. He had actually convinced Claire's father, Ray, that it would be in Claire's best interests to know how to protect herself should an attempt be made to abduct her be- cause of her father's position.

"And who will my guard dog be?" she asked curiously. "Am I allowed to approve or veto your choice?"

"Well, the Bureau does provide such ser- vices for quite a high fee," he stated coolly.

"And this is pro bono, of sorts."

"So the answer is no." She gave a brief, amazed shake of her head before glancing at his mate.

Rachel would be of no help, Liza realized.

She was staring at him as though he was the sun, the moon and the stars all rolled in- to one too-arrogant male. As far as she was concerned, her husband could do no wrong.

It was evident in her expression and in her adoring gaze that convincing her that her 284/862.

husband was being an a.s.shole would be a waste of time.

"The answer is no," Jonas agreed. "But I don't think you'll disagree with the options we've come up with."

"And all without me having to worry my pretty little head over the discussion in- volving it." Oh, yeah, this was really going over well with her.

It was going over so well that she was nearly shaking with the force of the anger it was sparking inside her.

d.a.m.n them! Everyone one of them.

She didn't need the Breeds to take over her life and protect her.

She was a part of Cullen's group for a reason.

She knew she should have excused herself to the ladies' room before Jonas and his as- shole enforcers arrived. All she needed was the earbud- 285/862.

"I think I should inform you that from now on, whenever you're in this room, the com- munications link you have with your friends will not be active. No other discussions in- volving Breed business will be overheard by Cullen Maverick, Reever and Steven Jacobs, or Klah Hunter," Jonas informed her with his characteristic iciness.

She jerked her gaze back to Stygian. "Shall I a.s.sume you're involved with this?"

A slow, confused frown creased his dark brow. "I a.s.sumed it would meet with your approval."

Okay, this was simply enough. Moving in- stantly to her feet, she didn't bother to hide the anger or her opinion of each and every one of them as well as their so-called plans.

"Arrogant a.s.ses," she snapped furiously, her gaze encompa.s.sing the entire room full of men and the few women who had trailed in with them. "You had to make this decision behind closed doors without so much as my 286/862.

say-so? You called my father without so much as allowing me, his daughter, the vic- tim in all this, the chance to even speak to him?"

She didn't give them an opportunity to an- swer. She didn't even want to hear it.

"I am so out of here." Stepping around the small coffee table, she moved purposefully for the door.

"Liza," Stygian growled as she quickly stalked across the room. "You can't just walk out of here."

Oh yeah?

"Just watch me, big boy." Her lip curled in disgust. "I'll show you just how quickly I can and will just walk right out of here."

She was walking right the h.e.l.l out of there and he could kiss her a.s.s as she made her way right the h.e.l.l out of the hotel along with it.

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"Liza, come on, hear them out." Isabelle, traitor that she was, lent her voice to the protest.

She couldn't believe- As a matter of fact- She turned on her heel and glared at her friend. "I simply cannot believe, Isabelle, that you would be party to such a meeting and not demand they include me. What the h.e.l.l was in your mind?" She slid a sneer to- ward the Breed at her side. "Or is that a question I even have to ask? Does he have you on such a short f.u.c.king leash with that mating bulls.h.i.t that even friendship no longer matters?"

She wanted to cry. She wanted to scream and rage at the betrayal that was eating her alive.

It burned clear to her soul, making her sick to her stomach with the evidence that nothing or no one mattered to her friend but 288/862.

that d.a.m.ned Breed who held her hostage with his kiss.

"I warned them you were going to be p.i.s.sed." Isabelle sighed, her gaze concerned if not exactly sympathetic to Liza and Claire's dilemma.

"d.a.m.n it, Isabelle, you know better than this," she cried out, her fists clenching at her side as the need to strike out began to over-ride every other impulse slamming through her system.

Isabelle, above all others, knew exactly what Liza was involved in.

"Liza, I know you're upset, but honestly, this was all done very hastily by conference call as we made our way here. There was no secret meeting and no deliberate decision made without you." Isabelle's dark eyes glittered with pain as Malachi moved to her, his arm sliding around her as though he knew, as though he felt, her pain. As though whatever there was to the matings she'd read 289/862.

about, the Breed's first impulse was still the welfare of his lover.

It was really too d.a.m.ned bad Stygian couldn't feel the same.

"Well, that's exactly how it sounds to me,"

she snapped, furious with herself for even considering that she could want such sup- port from such a corrupt concept. "It doesn't matter if it was done in the lobby, on the el- evator or in a f.u.c.king boardroom, it was still done and it was still done without my consent." She turned on Stygian, hurting, aching to such a depth that she felt as though a ragged gash had been sliced into her soul.

"As though I were a d.a.m.ned child without the ability to garner help if I need it."

"The help you had was a bit ineffective,"

Stygian snarled, the pinpoints of blue that filled his gaze glittering with rage. "They were unarmed and completely unaware of the danger until Claire cried out for help. The 290/862 two of you would have been abducted or dead by the time they arrived."

"Still not your choice." Stabbing a shaking finger in Jonas's direction, she barely re- strained the need to scream out her rage.

"And as I said, the decision is the same that would have been made had we waited until we arrived in this room to discuss it,"

Jonas growled. "Something along the lines of Stygian snarling rather heatedly that his team and no one else would be providing your protection. Should you disagree with the decision, then you have my leave to take it up with him."

"And you were on the phone with my fath- er while all this was going on?" She waved her arm toward Jonas furiously. "That's a lot of talking, demanding and snarling in the s.p.a.ce of the time it took to meet in the lobby, get on the elevator and make your way to this to room, Mr. Wyatt." Glaring back at Isabelle and her family, Liza's lips curled in 291/862 disgust. "And you still managed to call in the president, his attorney, and the only member of Claire's family that you knew would side with her. The cousin that your Breed man- aged to hypnotize."

"Oh, Liza." Isabelle sighed painfully. "It wasn't like that."

"The call was made to your father seconds after Claire's father was informed of the at- tack and her arrival at the hospital," Stygian stated, his tone grating. "If you would throttle your independence for the amount of time it would take to make explanations, perhaps you could save that adrenaline you have tearing you apart for when you might actually need it."

She was shaking, trembling with the knowledge that her life was slowly being taken over and there wasn't a d.a.m.ned thing she could do about it.

"And maybe you might stop trying to take my life over entirely. You and your friends,"