She jerked her hand free and moved past him, her body shaking with anger and fatigue. Screw this. The very minute she got the chance, she was getting out of here. Who cares how far she had to hike. If she didn’t go, she’d probably end up killing the bastard.
Sienna stalked to the bed and jerked back the comforter, sliding beneath the sheets as she cast him another furious glare.
“You know, Warrick, my life was a hell of a lot less complicated before you walked back into it.”
“Thanks for the update, Sienna. Now go to sleep.”
She closed her eyes and ignored the prickle of guilt. Of course Warrick wasn’t the only complication to her life right now. It had been complicated the minute Leo had handed her the jump drive barely twenty-four hours ago. What she’d thought was just another data entry task had turned into so much more.
Sienna bit her lip and shook her head. Who was she kidding? This was all her fault. If she’d followed Leo’s instructions she’d be sitting in Boston right now, not locked up in some safe house under the watch of some bizarre federal agency. Leo had never asked her to try and free the shifters. No, that had been her own not-so-brilliant, half-baked idea.
And now she was screwed.
Clenching her fingers around the blanket, she considered the plan zipping through her head. But could she risk sneaking out when Warrick fell asleep?
She gave a tiny shake of her head. She couldn’t afford not to. The worst that could happen was she failed and got dragged back. The best thing…she made it to Boston.
Trying to relax, she closed her eyes and waited.
“I’m afraid it’s the shifters…they’ve been freed.”
Jocelyn removed her diamond stud earrings and set them on the antique bureau of her lush bedroom, silently repeating the information she’d just been told.
The shifters had been freed? There were guards. Cameras. Alarms. How in the hell could the shifters possibly have gotten out? An obscene amount of money had gone into this project. And now they were gone…trotting out of the lab like the savage animals they were.
Her pulse jerked and her mouth tightened, if only just the tiniest bit. She reached for her champagne flute, her steady hands not betraying the rage that brewed just beneath the surface. She took a sip, before she turned and stared at the man standing in her doorway.
“The shifters are gone?” she finally murmured, arching a brow.
Robert, her lover for the past year and a half, swallowed hard and gave a stiff nod. “Yes. I’ve sent all my men to find out who is responsible—we suspect an employee of the lab—and to recover the shifters. I’m certain they won’t get far. I promise, none of this will be leaked.”
What a fool he was. A smile played on her mouth now as she strode slowly toward him, her bare feet caressed by soft carpeting. The silk of her robe clung to her toned body with each step she took. “You’re certain?”
His appreciative gaze slid over her, his eagerness for the seductive evening she’d promised him apparent in the way he licked his lips. “Yes, my love. Please, don’t concern yourself with anything. It’s being taken care of.”
She came to a stop in front of him, and reached out to stroke the smooth lapels of his tux he had yet to change out of. Relief flashed in his eyes as he slid his hands to her hips, his head dipping as he leaned in to kiss her.
Jocelyn moved her knee from the confines of her robe and drove it between his legs, finally allowing her face to twist into a cold mask of fury.
Robert dropped like a stone, gasping in agony as his eyes watered.
“Don’t concern myself?” she repeated lightly and took another sip of the sweet champagne, savoring the bite on her tongue. “Do I look like a fucking idiot to you, Robert? Which employee is responsible?”
Writhing on the floor, he choked out, “Sienna Peters.”
She turned away, mentally pulled up an image of the petite blonde lab rat. A quiet woman who appeared to be entirely both too smart and too stupid for her own good.
But Sienna hadn’t been alone in this, she wouldn’t have even known about the shifters’ captivity. Someone else must’ve tipped her off, and she had a pretty good idea who that person was.
Her mind calculated the possibilities of what needed to be done. After a moment, she turned around and approached her lover once more.
“I don’t really trust that you or your men know how to fix this, Robert,” she murmured. “Now listen carefully to what I want you to do…”
Son of a bitch.
The clenching of his jaw was the only movement Warrick allowed himself as Sienna moved from the bathroom toward the bedroom door. It hadn’t even been a half hour since he’d told her to go to sleep. Did she honestly think he was that stupid?