Gideon risked checking the vid-device strapped on his wrist then.
The picture came through: the image of Jonas standing at the glass sliding doors, his back to the vid-screen, hands propped arrogantly on his hips.
He was a worthy if challenging adversary.
There were days Gideon wondered…
Jonas turned, his gaze centering on the screen as his lips quirked.
“Fucking Peeping Tom,” he said, his tone icy. “Come out, Gideon, I dare you.”
Deactivating the monitor, Gideon grimaced.
Hell, he hadn’t expected that.
Somehow, Jonas had known that bug was there.
Gideon couldn’t trust any of the information he’d gained in the past few hours now. Not that much had really come through.
Liza Johnson knew nothing, and the Alphas of the Breed communities were all in one location.
Not a fucking sliver of information was worth using now.
It was almost amusing.
He had been butting heads with Jonas Wyatt in one way or another for two years now. They were pretty even actually, when it came to wins and losses against each other.
He thought Jonas might see it another way.
Gideon had information Jonas wanted, information he thought he needed.
Gideon could tell him there was nothing anyone knew—even Honor and Fawn and Judd—that could help him.
Brandenmore had injected the child, there was no doubt about that. The little girl Jonas had taken as his own had become an experiment and had never stepped into a lab.
“Come on, Gideon.” The audio link was still activated. “I know you still have a link in here. Face me. Face me with what you have and I’ll help you with what you need.”
Gideon deactivated the link.
He didn’t want to hear the dares, the challenges or the child’s whimpering cries.
Jonas Wyatt had nothing he wanted—
Yet.
CHAPTER 4
Maneuvering the classic Harley through the crowded parking lot of the Desert Rose, Stygian let a grimace twist his lips at the thought of entering the building.
He was a solitary sort of Breed. He had rarely worked with more than a four-man team until joining the Bureau of Breed Affairs.
He didn’t like crowds and he didn’t like the press of dozens or more human bodies bearing down on him, as they seemed to do in nightclubs and bars.
But tonight, Liza was in there.
His mate.
Son of a bitch, he hadn’t expected to find his mate in this sunbaked land.