“Stygian?” Jonas spoke softly.
“Director?”
“Do you want to answer Ms. Johnson’s question?”
“She had nothing to do with it, Ms. Johnson,” Stygian answered. “Once feral fever has gone that far, nothing has any logic to it. She was there at the wrong place, at the wrong time, so he blames her for it. It’s that simple.”
She wanted him to keep talking. The sound of his voice was a caress to her senses, and she didn’t want it to stop.
Still, she shook her head, forcing her gaze back to Wyatt’s. “It doesn’t change the fact that I don’t know the girls, who they grew up to be or where they are. Neither do I have any information on the Breeds in those pictures. And even if I did, I doubt I would tell you, Mr. Wyatt.”
She made certain the smile she gave him was just as mocking and confident as she could possibly make it.
She didn’t trust him. She had no intention of attempting to trust him. She’d heard far too many stories of Wyatt’s games and attempts to interfere in the lives of those who came in contact with him.
“I can see your popularity precedes you, Jonas.” Megan gave a light, easy laugh as Jonas pinned her with that odd, silvery gaze.
“So it would seem,” Jonas drawled before turning back to Liza.
She stared up at him, refusing to back down despite the trepidation she could feel tightening her stomach.
“Can I leave now?” she asked.
“Stygian.” Jonas’s voice was low as Liza looked over his shoulder once again only to have her gaze caught and held by the Breed watching her from behind the director.
“Director,” he answered Wyatt.
“Would you please escort Ms. Johnson home?”
“With pleasure.”
“Thank you.” Jonas was smirking now, and the sight of it had an edge of panic tightening her throat rather than generating trepidation in her stomach.
Her gaze narrowed on him. He was up to something. She could just feel it.
“Ms. Johnson.” Stygian stepped around Jonas, his powerful arm reaching out to indicate the door. “This way.”
With pleasure.
With one last wary glance at the supremely confident, satisfied look on the director’s face, Liza turned and made her way to the door.
She could feel the big Breed behind her as she walked. Another Breed—this one she knew by the name of Rule Breaker—opened the door and stepped back.
Nodding to him, she left quickly, eager to put this particular experience behind her, get home and figure out what the hell was going on.
She couldn’t help but think of those pictures: the images of the two girls, so obviously in pain and filled with fear.
Especially the girl with her parents.
What kind of parents could turn their child over to monsters like the Genetics Council and just leave her with them? Alone? In pain?
Surely, those parents had to be just as cruel.
Just as monstrous.
Except, it wasn’t cruelty she had seen in the eyes of the mother and father in the picture with their child.
It had been agony.