"The hormonal treatments," he snapped. "I know what's going on here, Jonas. Don't try to screw me around."
Jonas's eyes narrowed on Braden. "It's illegal to give out that information, Braden." Braden shrugged. "I didn't say a word. Maybe the wind told him." The wind?
Jonas's lips thinned in irritation before he brought his gaze back to Lance. "I didn't completely expect this," he lied smoothly. Harmony knew he was lying. "I'll have to contact Sanctuary and get Ely to make time to fly in. It could be a few days."
"You son of a bitch. You're going to let her suffer through it." Sheer, amazed fury colored Lance's voice as Harmony fought to understand exactly what they were talking about. "You know what will happen."
"I think she'll make a lovely mother," Jonas crooned as he turned the doorknob and opened the door. "Maybe it will tame her down a bit. If she's lucky. Are you ready, Jess?"
"We need the papers…" Jess protested again.
"He can fax them to my office." He held the door open for her and the attorney did as she was told, but Harmony had a feeling she wasn't nearly as submissive as she was letting on.
Before anyone could respond further, the door closed behind them and Harmony turned to Lance slowly. She hadn't missed Jonas's parting shot in any way. Though it made no sense. A female Breed could not conceive. It was proven.
Hell, they had tried for years in the labs with no success. But then again, she had never heard of the strange sexual heat attacking her either.
"What's he talking about?" She felt dazed, off balance. She wanted nothing more than to crawl up his body and beg him to take her, but the sudden fear, that Jonas may have found the perfect revenge against her, held her grounded. "Breed females can't conceive."
"Under the right circumstances, they can." Lance grimaced.
"What circumstances?" She could feel an edge of panic beginning to build within her now. As though the emotions churning wildly inside her weren't enough. This was one worry she didn't need.
He turned back to her slowly, crossing his arms over his chest and watching her with heated, barely restrained lust.
"Mating heat. We mated last night, Harmony. We didn't just f**k. If it continues without the hormonal therapy the Breeds have produced, then you'll conceive. And most likely rather quickly. Now, what makes me think Jonas knew that?"
CHAPTER 4
The blood tests and saliva swabs—that was the only way to know. Harmony stared back at Lance in shock before slowly turning to Braden.
"This can't be true." She stared back at him, desperate for his agreement. Braden sighed roughly. "It's true. I'm betting the glands beneath your tongue are swollen even now, and hot. Within twenty-four hours the arousal will be so intense it'll become physically painful. The womb begins to convulse, spasming as the hormones attack it, and your nerve endings become so sensitized that a female can literally feel the air around them. Megan describes it as PMS times a thousand. The only thing that eases it is male se**n. A mate's se**n. Any other male's touch is extremely painful. So much so that it's unbearable."
He wasn't lying. Harmony could smell a lie as easily as she could smell Lance's lust. She moved unsteadily to a nearby chair before sitting down heavily and pushing her fingers through her hair in frustration.
"There's a cure?" She stared up at Braden for the answer. "This hormonal therapy stuff."
He shook his head slowly. "There's no cure. The hormonal therapy merely eases the worst of the symptoms and prevents conception."
She turned back to Lance.
"I can't conceive." The thought of it was horrifying. No child of hers would ever survive those who sought to take her, to kill her. "You don't know who I am, Lance. You don't know what I am." Fear rushed through her mind, tore through her soul. She felt the emotion, so unknown until now, explode inside her being until she knew nothing but the horrifying realization of what would happen to any child of hers.
"Jonas. He has to stop this." She jumped to her feet, stumbling before she managed to right herself and rush for the door.
"Harmony, wait. You can't go after him." Lance grabbed her around the waist, pulling her to a stop as she struggled against him, rough growls falling from her lips. "Harmony, dammit. He's gone. You know he's gone."
"No!" she screamed, striking back at him as she tore loose from him. "No. He can't be gone. He has to fix this."
He stared back at her, his gaze rife with pain as his chest rose and fell with his breaths. She was breaking apart inside. She could feel it. In all her life she had never known a pain so intense, so blinding as the one whipping through her mind now. A child. She couldn't have a child, because she could never keep it safe.
"You don't know what I am, Lance." Shudders whipped through her body as she stared back at him in horror.
She would be damned. Jonas had finally found a way to destroy her. Slowly. Painfully. She should have killed him when she had the chance ten years before. He was her brother. Her blood brother. They shared the mother she had killed. And now he would see her child destroyed. A child she was never meant to have.
"I can't do this," she whispered miserably. "Let me go, Lance. I'll leave. I don't care what he does…"
"He'll have her killed, Lance."