Not a f**king 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.
Hell, he hadn’t expected to find his mate at all, actually.
Parking the Harley and engaging the anti-theft security, he stepped from the motorcycle, all too aware of the gazes locked on him.
Customers had spilled from the bar, some to socialize, a few to make their way to their vehicles, while two couples in the shadows had been making out with heated lust. Hell, if he had Liza stretched out in the back of a pickup, the last thing he’d have on his mind was some mangy Breed who had just pulled in.
Pushing back the long strands of hair that had fallen over his forehead, he made his way to the entrance and stepped inside. Narrowing his gaze, he searched the interior until he found her.
A growl rumbled in his throat at the sight of the four men she was sitting with.
Deputy Cullen Maverick, a former Special Forces demolitions expert; Steven Jacobs and his brother, a communications expert on the same team, Reever Jacobs. Next to them was a man even the Breeds hadn’t managed to pull information up on yet. The one they had all agreed had to be the Bengal Judd, Klah Hunter.
He’d shown up nine years before in Window Rock and survived doing odd jobs. He never stayed at one job long, and he had never made many friends outside the Jacobs brothers and the deputy.
Claire and Chelsea Martinez each sat on one side of Liza, and all seven of the group were leaning in close and talking low.
Stygian had noticed, though, that Klah Hunter’s gaze had locked on him the minute he stepped into the bar.
Moving across the room, Stygian watched as they all straightened and Liza’s head slowly turned toward him.
Long strands of what he knew had to be living silk, dark blond, highlighted and streaked, her hair flowed over her shoulder and fell across the thin navy blue silk material covering her br**sts.