Ely’s lips pressed together in stubborn anger.
Jonas breathed out in resignation, picked up the file and opened it.
Within seconds his brows lifted and his gaze moved back to hers.
“I thought the drugs the scientists gave him in the labs reversed this?”
“He hasn’t been on the drugs in seven years,” she snapped. “And that isn’t his actual state at the moment. That’s what happened when I ran the mating test with that of Ms. Rodriquez.”
Now this was interesting. Jonas rubbed his jaw as he continued to read through the tests Ely had run.
The tests she had designed to determine mating compatibility were complicated. A mix of saliva, blood and semen samples from the male, combined with saliva, blood and female hormonal samples.
“Jonas, he killed people when he rampaged in the labs,” Ely whispered worriedly.
Jonas waved his hand at that. “He had lost his friend . . .”
“His mate,” she snapped. “The mating hormone was in his blood. We’ve excused that episode the entire time he’s been off the drug therapy, because it was his mate. This woman is not his mate and the feral adrenaline is there in his blood. He’s going into feral displacement again and you can’t deny it. That report proves it.” Her finger stabbed in the direction of the file.
Jonas shook his head again as he continued through the report.
She cursed. “Damn you, you think you know it all. I saw the videos of his rampage when he learned that lioness had died. He killed a doctor, a trainer and two of the Coyotes that attempted to take him down. He was nearly rabid. If this woman is brought here . . .”
“Then he’ll protect her with the same ferocity that he used when those bastards took someone he cared for,” he snapped back at her. “This is not proof that he’s returning to the feral state. And it’s not proof that he will, so why are you so upset over it?”
Ely was usually the calm head where the Breeds were concerned. The one who looked for alternative answers and for the reasons tests came out as they did. She wasn’t the one to jump to conclusions on any test. That was his job.
“Because you won’t tell him.” He could hear her teeth grinding. “I know you. You’ll play games with him, and you’ll endanger him . . .”
“Son of a bitch,” he snapped back as his own anger began to rise. “You think this is all a game to me, Ely? That I don’t give a fuck about my men or the people I’m busting my ass to fucking save? Do you think I risk my goddamned life daily against the Supremacists and Breed Law for fucking thrills?”
He felt like hitting someth
ing. And if Jackal’s anger didn’t burn down behind him, then he was going to hit him.
Jonas inhaled sharply at the sign that his temper was unraveling. Forcing it back always took effort; releasing it had never gained him a damned thing, so why expend the effort?
“I don’t know why you do it, and I don’t care,” she whispered. “But you have to warn him.”
“No.” He closed the file and snapped it back to the counter.
“I knew it,” she sneered. “You just answered your own question, Jonas. You enjoy risking your damned life.”
“I don’t risk my men needlessly,” he snarled. “Neither do I resort to paranoid fears and interfere with the job they have to do, and neither will you. What you will do, my fine little doctor, is keep a very careful eye on him while she’s here. I want blood, saliva and semen tested weekly for the feral hormone. If, and I say if, the mating hormone or the feral hormone makes itself known, then we’ll apprise him of the situation. Until then, you will keep your pretty mouth shut.”
“That might not be good enough. I can’t predict . . .”
He broke in. “Then you better learn how to predict. Merc is alone, Ely. He’s accustomed himself to being alone. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t regret what he thinks he lost. As far as we know, Breeds mate only once. Mercury is convinced that lioness was his mate. Until we see otherwise, you will not give him hope. Until we see otherwise, you will not plant your paranoia in his head. Do you understand me on this?”
She stared back at him in fury. “That lioness was his mate. The mating hormone proved it, Jonas.”
“Do you understand me?” He lowered his voice, determination threading through the tone as he stared back at her.
Seconds later, her lashes flickered and lowered, and she nodded shortly. The small sign of submission would work for now. Once he had time, though, he was definitely going to rein in his little Breed scientist. She was becoming much too confrontational for the job they had ahead of them.
“Very well. Ms. Rodriquez arrives within the next two weeks. When she comes in, take your own samples. There could be a problem with the ones Vanderale’s provided, and run this again. I want to know what it shows when you do. If they haven’t changed, then we’ll watch the situation very closely. It’s all we can do.”
“He could destroy her as well as himself if that hormone releases during a moment of stress.” Her voice was strained as she attempted to override her natural submissiveness.