long, tired sigh, then looked up at the others in the room. Sherra he found immediately. She was sitting in
a far corner, lounging in one of the comfortable chairs that the suite afforded. His brothers were watching
him expectantly, his father’s face, lined with worry and pain, was confident though.
“We set up a news conference. Caleb,” he addressed the second oldest brother. “Get on your line and
pull in reporters from D.C. and New York. We want top names down here. I don’t want a shoddy
affair.” He turned to Sherra then threw the phone he carried at her. She caught it gracefully, her lithe
body never tensing or jerking in surprise. As though she had been expecting it all along. “Call your
brothers and Doctor Martin. Get the others here where we’re all together. Callan wants the search for
Dayan dropped. He also wants each of you to decide if you’re willing to reveal yourselves, or if you
prefer to stay hidden.”
“Do we notify our Council contact?” Gray, the youngest brother, and the one that resembled Merinus
the most, asked.
“No, let it come from their moles in the newspapers and stations.” Kane shrugged. “We’ll have enough
fish to fry here. My unit is ready to move to provide security and protection to Callan and his family.
Now let’s get things moving.”
The twelve-man group of ex-special forces followed Kane to each job he took, personal or business
related. They were at present bunked in each room surrounding the two Kane and his family had taken.
“How much trouble do you expect?” John Tyler, Patriarch of the Tyler clan questioned him sternly.
Kane breathed out roughly.
“I expect at least one attempt on them during the news conference,” he admitted. “I want Merinus in
armor and all angles accessible to them covered. I’ll have my men take care of that. It could go easy, but
I never expect easy.”
“The Council will want them dead if possible. If not, they’ll try damage control instead.” Sherra came to
her feet as they turned to face her. “They won’t expect the proof Kane has on them, so we may all be
safer than we think.”
That was what Kane was praying for. When the shit hit the fan it would smear more than one
government figure in several countries, as well as a handful of billionaires. Damage control wouldn’t be
easy to provide by then.
“Okay, let’s get everything ready,” John said tensely. “I want this taken care of and I want my daughter
home. Get moving.”
And of course they did. No one ignored John Tyler, or disobeyed him. They got moving. Everyone but
Sherra. She had made her call, did her part, and Kane watched her as she moved restlessly around the
room. She had been like this all day. Almost nervous, unwilling to stay in one place for long. Not that he
expected her tension was the same as his own. Every muscle in his body was tight with arousal, and had
been since she had stepped from the shadows the other night.
He couldn’t forget the touch of her. The taste of her silken skin, those damned throaty growls she made
while he pounded into her body. She liked her sex rough, her teeth to nip, hands to grip. She was no
shrinking violet or weak-kneed virgin, even when she had been a virgin. She had been a temptress, a
seductress, her body conforming to him, urging him on in heated demand. He wanted to fuck her again so
badly he could barely stand it. Feel that hot pussy stretching around him, her cream soaking his cock and
balls. Damn her. He hadn’t been this horny since his time at the labs.
And that was why she hated him now. She never understood why he was there. And she wouldn’t listen
when he tried to tell her why he hadn’t come back for her as he swore he would. Hard to rescue
someone when you were half buried in a pit, fertilizing it with your blood. Bastards had known what he
was up to somehow and nearly killed him for his efforts. The only thing that saved him was the fact that,
at the time, they had no idea who he was. And by the time he healed, he had been forgotten. Only the
scientists and lab soldiers had seen his face, and Kane was careful to stay out of any limelight, any public
appearances. He had been working on this for ten years and he would, by God, see every bastard
behind it destroyed. Just as they had destroyed.
He looked at Sherra again, pain striking his chest, guilt eating him alive. What had they done to her?
Callan had rescued her not long after the attempt made on Kane’s life. He had taken her out, saved her,
but something else had marked her. It was there in her expression, the careful shift away from him when
he got too close, the secrets that swirled in the shadows of those dark green eyes. She no longer trusted