“I guess.” Dash sounded unconcerned, but Elizabeth had detected the shadow of pain that edged his words. “Give us the files you have, Grange.”
The other man’s thin lips quirked as Danica moved carefully away from him, content to let Dash now handle the control of their enemy.
Grange sighed. “I think not.” He smirked as he looked between Dash and Elizabeth. “Is she breeding yet?”
Elizabeth smiled. “Let me kill him, Dash,” she whispered. “We can find the papers later.”
Grange’s gaze flickered in concern.
“Not yet, baby.” Dash sighed. “I told you, if he cooperates he can live. We need the papers more than we need his death.”
Elizabeth shrugged. The look she gave the other man warned him, though, that she would relish the chance to kill him.
Grange cleared his throat. “Ah well. It was a good plan if I could have pulled it off.” He shrugged carelessly as he nodded toward the safe Danica had found while checking behind portraits and prints that hung on the wall. “The file is in the safe.”
“Combination.” Dash moved to the metal door. “And don’t fuck with me, Grange. Elizabeth will take your head off your shoulders with that gun. It was all I could do to convince her to do this my way.”
She fingered the trigger of the gun as she begged Grange with her eyes to give her an excuse, any excuse, to pull the trigger. He gave them the combination instead.
Elizabeth kept her gaze on Grange, watching carefully as she listened to Merc communicating with the men outside and Dash punching in the numbers to the digital combination. She was expecting an alarm to sound. Was praying Grange would give her an excuse to kill him.
“Got it.” Dash’s voice had her grimacing.
“He has you leashed. Interesting.” Grange smirked. “Tell me, Elizabeth, what’s it like to fuck an animal?”
Elizabeth snorted. “I have no idea. Let’s call your mistress in here and ask her.”
His expression tightened as anger flashed in his eyes.
“Elizabeth, that trigger isn’t something to play with. It’s damned touchy,” Dash warned her as he moved carefully behind her. “Merc, watch our buddy there while we go over this file. I need to make certain everything we need is here.”
Elizabeth turned to Dash, almost missing Grange’s sneer of satisfaction.
She watched as he opened the file. The first page had him stiffening. Several more pages later and he turned haunted, shocked eyes back to her.
“Martaine did enjoy his little experiments,” Grange sighed with smug amusement. “I thought it very ingenious actually. The creatures have no soul I’m told. Vicious killers who enjoy playing with their prey. I had high hopes Cassie would live up to her DNA. He made certain he gave it every chance, of course.”
Elizabeth felt her heart explode in her chest as she moved over to Dash.
“Elizabeth.” She stopped as she saw the grief in his eyes.
“I want to see it,” she whispered. “I want to know what they did to my baby.”
She moved until she could read the notes Martaine had made.
Genetic splicing of the Coyote and Wolf DNA was successful and not nearly as difficult as I first surmised. I have created enough of the unique sperm to ensure the chance of conception with the right female. Dane Colder seems more than interested in my little experiment. His sterility makes him a viable partner in this, as does his belief that a man should kill if necessary and train his children to take what they want. It will be interesting, watching the growth of the child. I can only hope it’s male.
The in-vitro process was more successful than I had hoped. I wonder if Ms. Colder is aware of the little abomination growing in her womb. All initial test results from the amniocentesis shows the DNA has held. I’ll have to be certain to be there at the birth to perform all tests on the infant myself.
Elizabeth made it through the first page before she stared up at Dash in horror. They couldn’t let Cassie know. Couldn’t allow this information to ever become public knowledge. Already the news was littered with rumors of the Coyote experiments. Human animals, experiments that had finally given the scientists the killers they had been working to create. So far, none had been found, but the lab reports, training notes and scientific files attested to the fact that they existed. Cold-blooded, as soulless as their animal cousins and glorying in the blood they could spill. It would destroy Cassie if she ever learned she was part of the creatures the Council had created.
“Stephanie, you and Gloria secure the exit out,” Dash ordered the other woman. “Merc, contact the men outside and make certain the guards are disabled. Danica, tie that bastard up before we leave.”
Grange sneered humorously. “I’ll be certain to follow her maturity, Elizabeth,” he told her coldly. “Once that information gets out, there’s no way you can hide it from her. No way you can stop her DNA from shaping her. She has no soul. She’s a corruptible little shell, nothing more. A bitch to breed the perfect son.”
Elizabeth aimed the gun in her hand. She saw Cassie, so sweet and loving, her soul shining brightly in her eyes, in her laughter, in her love for everyone around her. She saw the strength it had taken the little girl to rise above what this monster had already done to her and she wanted to scream out at the cruelty, the monstrous lack of decency it had taken to do what he had tried.
“Elizabeth?” Dash stood behind her, not stopping her, no censure in his voice, only love and understanding. “He’s not worth it, baby. We know better.”
“He’ll destroy her,” she whispered hoarsely.
“Not if we don’t let him. Cassie’s stronger than he is.”
Danica stood to the side, watching the scene carefully as she held the length of rope Merc had brought along to restrain Grange.
Elizabeth turned to Dash. As she did, from the corner of her eye, she saw Grange move. His hand whipped under the desk, a gun emerging, pointing toward her, fury lighting his face.
Elizabeth smiled as she lifted her arm just as quickly, in a split second, aiming her weapon as her finger tightened on the trigger. Grange would never hurt anyone else. She saw surprise flash in his eyes the second the bullet buried dead center between his eyes even as his own weapon discharged. Fire seared her chest, took her breath, causing her legs to buckle as Dash screamed out her name.
She collapsed in his arms, her gaze going to the rapidly spreading stain across her shirt. She raised her gaze to Dash, agony searing her soul at the horror in his eyes.
“Protect my baby,” she whispered.
“God no. Elizabeth, don’t you fucking die on me!” Dash screamed as he lowered her to the floor.
She could hear Merc yelling out orders in his comm. link, felt Danica press a cloth hard to the wound, but she could feel ice spreading through her body. Her breath hitched as pain seared her heart.
“I love you.” She fought to hold back her tears. “Forever, Dash.”
“Merc, get that ambulance here now. Have Chase contact Mike and meet us at the hospital. Have the men pull back. All of them. Goddammit, get her some help.”
He was holding her, rocking her. She felt his arms around her, felt the dark edges of cold peace shifting at the corner of her mind. Dash would have to ease Cassie’s fears now. He could protect her. She had killed the monster. She had made certain Cassie would never know.
“Elizabeth. Stay with me.” Dash’s voice was fierce as he picked her up in his arms, rushing from the room. Sirens were echoing in the distance, shouted orders filling her head. “If you love me, if you love Cassie, then you stay with me, damn you. If you love that baby you’re carrying in your womb now, then by God you’ll live.”
She blinked up at him. His gaze sliced down to her.
“My child, Elizabeth. You’re carrying my child. Do you really want it to die as well?”