Rule Breaker(200)

            “I’m ready.” She nodded before turning to Diane. “Has my sister been found?”

            “She’s still at the hotel.” Diane nodded. “She’s refusing to see them.”

            Gypsy understood that one. She wished she had stayed at the hotel herself now.

            “Has anyone contacted Jonas yet?” she asked Lawe then, knowing Dane had been there for a reason.

            Lawe grimaced. “Sorry, Gypsy, not yet. Are you sure they will?”

            She nodded shortly, remembering the look in Dane’s eyes as she turned away from him.

            He was a calculating son of a bitch, she suspected, but his compassion, the empathy she sensed he felt and his love for not just his species, but also the family he spoke of, had been like a flame refusing to be quenched.

            “They will,” she stated resolutely. “Someone will. They can’t afford not to.” Then, squaring her shoulders, she moved for the door. “I need to leave now, there are things I have to do.”

            She had to see a man about a betrayal and the blood he owed her. But first, she had to find the man stroking her senses from a distance that should have made such a thing impossible.

            The Breed who owned her heart.

            ...

            Rule stepped into Jonas’s suite, finding the director instantly where he stood, staring through the tall windows onto the desert below.

            “I should fucking kill you.” The animalistic growl in Jonas’s voice should have filled him with wariness. It was a sign, a signal that Jonas could be making a trip to a hungry volcano very soon.

            He wasn’t a fit meal for Madame Lava, though, Rule assured himself as he stared at the stiff set of the other Breed’s shoulders.

            “You have all the information he has, Jonas,” Rule assured him. “I’m certain of it. There’s nothing the Unknown, or the Bengal Judd has, that can help Amber or the Bureau.”

            “And you know this as a fact, how?” Jonas turned then, the pupils of his eyes obliterated by the dark, stormy swirls of color flickering there.

            Freaky as shit, Rule had always thought, but he was used to it.

            “I made sure of it,” he reminded the director. “It’s all in my report. Nine years’ worth of notes as well as everything Judd stole from those labs. He was never a threat or a link back to Gideon. He was a tool, nothing more. He drew Gideon here but you and I both know that Judd can’t force Gideon to show himself. If Gideon wanted him dead, then no doubt, he’d be dead.”

            Aristocratic nostrils flared as Jonas’s features seemed to tighten further. Rule couldn’t detect any emotion, tension or intent in the Breed. It was rare that Jonas let anything free with anyone except his mate and his child.

            “Do you know what Gideon was in those labs?” Jonas asked then.

            “A guinea pig?” Rule had a feeling he was not far from the actual answer, though.

            Jonas inclined his head in agreement. “Of sorts,” he revealed before stepping forward and moving to his desk.

            Not that the danger was past, Rule knew better than that. The animal Jonas was lurked far too close to the skin.

            Moving to the comfortable desk chair, Jonas took a seat and stared up at him for long moments before nodding to the chair across from him.

            Rule sat down slowly.

            “Gideon, like many Breeds actually, was simply exceptional in his creation. What made Gideon unique, though, was the fact that rather than living up to his killer genetics, his mind took a far different route.”