Fever Claim (The Sigma Menace) (6 page)

“Bennett,” Commander Fitzsimmons said when he got closer, “you and Mercury use the car to take the ladies back to the compound.”

Cassie felt, and the same time heard, the low rumble from behind her.

“I stay with Cassie,” Jace demanded. “She’s mine.”

The commander’s eyes flicked back and forth between her and Jace, and he subtly lifted his nose like he was catching a whiff of something. Of course he was a shifter, too, and Jace really had been scenting for trouble when they’d first arrived. What the commander was scenting now, she wasn’t sure, as she was apparently the oddball human in this group.

“And, I’m not leaving Kaitlyn.” Cassie chimed in, unwilling to leave her friend alone with armed men.

Commander Fitzsimmons raised an eyebrow. “Mr. Miller, do you plan to cause any problems for Bennett on the way to our facilities?”

“Only if you plan on hurting her in any way. And hurting Kaitlyn would hurt her.”

“Miss Savoy,” Commander Fitzsimmons turned his intense hazel stare to Kaitlyn, “do you plan on disrupting the trip to our facilities?”

All heads turned to Kaitlyn. She met his stare boldly, thinking for a bit. “What are your plans for me?”

“Miss Savoy, we’d only like to talk.” The commander’s voice was gentler than he used on Jace. “And to help you. It’s… unusual for one of our kind to go unknown and unnoticed, unshifted for so long. We will teach you.”

“And the men in there,” Kaitlyn nodded toward the warehouse, “I killed them, right?”

Commander Fitzsimmons nodded.

She paused, letting the confirmation sink in. “What will you do to me for that?”

“Those men were going to kill you. Probably torture you first for information. They do that to our kind—hunt us. As far I’m concerned, you saved yourself and saved us some work. Mercury and I will stay, and take care of them.”

“Why’d they want to kill me?” Kaitlyn asked.

“Allow us to escort you and your friends to the safety of our facility so we can fill you in.”

Kaitlyn glanced at Cassie who just shrugged. Their only choice was between running and fighting. Kaitlyn was a superb fighter, and Cassie loved to run, but against these men, neither woman could fight nor run to freedom. To Cassie’s trained eye, the commander was genuine and the other two hadn’t hurt them yet. Cassie wanted answers about Kaitlyn and Jace, and this was the less violent way.

“Mr. Miller, you drive. Bennett will give you the directions.” With that, the commander turned and strode back to the warehouse, making not a sound. Mercury silently followed.

Chapter Five

The Guardian headquarters was an impressive compound tucked away deep in the woods. Anyone who happened upon it would think an eccentric millionaire built out here for privacy. The main two-story building was a cross between old-world mansion and rustic cabin, built from a combination of log and rock on the exterior. The center was a giant A-frame with enormous windows looking out into the woods. Cassie was blown away by the grandeur of the estate.

Large cottonwoods were spread throughout the property as if the log mansion and the accompanying buildings were built around them. A log-built garage connected the dwelling by an intricate breezeway that could be open to the elements or closed during the winter months. Behind those, there was more, much more, but she could not make any of it out past the main house. From what she did see, there appeared to be smaller more rustic cabins scattered in the hills around the primary property.

It’d been a quiet trip. Other than Bennett’s driving instructions, no one said a word. What would be the point to ask questions? She couldn’t talk to Kaitlyn privately, she wanted to hear Jace’s story without an audience, and she doubted Bennett would answer anything. So she stared out the window, trying to ignore the heat of Jace’s body next to her in the tiny car. If she turned to look at her ex-con sitting there, dangerously handsome, she’d start seeing images of him naked and not care what he’d done to spend time in prison.

The drive took well over an hour and she suspected that Bennett took them through several unnecessary twists and turns. She’d tried to memorize the way, but soon gave up. All she knew was that they were still south of West Creek and hadn’t crossed the river. Some of the roads they took, she had no idea they’d been there until Jace turned onto them.

Nervous about the hidden, top-secret world she was entering, Cassie jumped when Jace softly put a hand on the small of her back as she got out of the car. How’d he move so fast? Reluctant to leave Kaitlyn’s side, her friend gave her a small smile as she climbed out and shut her door, blanket still wrapped tightly around her. Cassie didn’t look at Jace as he walked by her side to the majestic building in front of them. She felt safer with him next to her, in his warmth, but didn’t trust she wouldn’t take one look at him and jump into his arms, and didn’t trust that his arms were the safest place for her.

His hand hot on her back, the walk up to the doors had her stomach fluttering. This was it. What was going to happen to her? Were there more Guardians waiting to haul her off for questioning? Were they waiting to attack her and Kaitlyn in the privacy of their lodge? The massive wooden door opened and they stepped in.

***

Jace sensed the tension building in Cassie as they walked into Guardian headquarters. She avoided him as much as she could. It stung but he refused to let her run from him, physically or mentally. He made sure he kept physical contact with her as often as possible. When they crossed the threshold into the house, she stopped. He gently pulled her off to the side so Bennett and Kaitlyn could enter.

“It’s empty,” Cassie muttered.

“Not quite.” The male voice came from their right. She jumped. No one else moved, they’d been able to sense the new shifter once they entered, but Cassie’s human senses couldn’t pick him up.

“Sorry to startle you, Dr. Stockwell.” The man came out of the hallway into view. He was another Guardian, wearing the same type of tactical clothes, but not as loaded down with gear. He was older, his salt-and-pepper hair in the same short military cut most the Guardians seemed to prefer. “I’m Master Bellamy. Commander Fitzsimmons called ahead and explained the situation. I’d like to lead Miss Savoy to the locker room where she can clean up and get into some clothes before I talk with her. Bennett, take the other two to talk. I hear Dr. Stockwell needs to catch up before we discuss current events.”

“Yes, sir.” Bennett nodded, exchanged a knowing look with Master Bellamy, and started toward the stairs.

“Wait!” Cassie exclaimed. “I’m staying with Kaitlyn.”

“It’s okay, Cassie,” Kaitlyn reassured her. “I’ll be fine and Jace will be with you.”

Cassie’s expression said Jace’s presence wasn’t reassuring to her. Jace forced himself to remain calm, Cassie was still here with him, hadn’t panicked after all she’d seen. Despite their difference in titles, hers of “doctor” and his of “ex-con,” he would win her. He had to; she belonged to him. His hand on her lower back, he gently urged her to follow Bennett.

There was little by way of decoration in the place. It didn’t need any, the skylights and large front windows lit up every corner, highlighting the natural beauty of the logs and decorative rock. Even the mortar used to place the stone was uniquely colored to blend with the elements; it was a work of art. It didn’t surprise Jace that the Guardian compound would be built from nature, into nature, by those who were intimately familiar with living off the land itself. 

They followed Bennett down the wide hallway with large doors on each side. Each door had an electronic reader on the outside allowing only secure access. Jace didn’t see any on the main door they entered, but there had to be some type of security. The Guardians wouldn’t let just anyone walk in.

Bennett stopped and put his thumb on the reader by the first door on the right. It unlocked with a muffled
thunk
and swung open to display a modern, sterile interrogation room, much like one he’d been in before going to prison. The contemporary room was in stark contrast to the rest of the rustic manor. Jace could only guess what the rest of the lodge hid inside, given what the Guardians sometimes had to do to protect their species.

“You two head on in and have your little chat. I’ll be in to talk with Dr. Stockwell when you’re done,” Bennett said.

Cassie stalled at the doorway, reluctantly wandering inside.

Jace started in, then turned back to Bennett. “You’re going to listen to everything, aren’t you?”

Bennett flashed a wicked grin as he left.

“Asshole.” Jace growled quietly as the door shut out Bennett’s chuckle.

Cassie sat behind the table in one of the metal chairs. She folded her arms and glared at the wall. If that look she was giving the wall had been turned on him, Jace was sure he’d be reduced to a pile of dust.

He quietly pulled out the chair next to her, turned it facing her and sat down. He could hear her breathing hitch faster, his eyes wandered down to her breasts, shoved up by her arms folded under them. His desire flared as he remembered exactly what they looked like. He wondered what color bra she put on, if it cupped and held her, like he had last night. His hand itched to trace its outline under her shirt.

“Well?” she said tersely. She’d crossed her legs and the top leg bounced rhythmically. It was her only movement otherwise. “Quit looking at my chest and talk. I won’t interrupt. I’ll save my questions until you’re done, cuz I’m sure I’ll have a few.”

Now that Jace found himself exactly where he wanted to be, other than nestled between her soft thighs, he had no idea where to start. He’d rehearsed this conversation in his head countless times, like a fifteen-year-old boy planning to declare his love might practice in the mirror. At least his voice wouldn’t,
shouldn’t
, crack and he wasn’t covered in post-puberty zits.

“Start at the beginning,” Cassie said, as if she knew the reason for his hesitation.

The beginning… okay. When he first saw her? No. His childhood. No, that wouldn’t do. His parents? Yep. Aren’t parental issues always a good place to start explaining why life got a little fucked up? And he still had the whole “I turn into a wolf” thing to talk about, too.

“My mom wanted to raise us like a normal family,” he began. “A normal
human
family. Some shifters live in colonies, hidden in the woods like this place. They can be freer with their lives, not live in so much secrecy.

“My mom and dad met in a colony called Great Moon where they grew up together and stayed after they mated to raise a family. But Agents, sadistic humans and vampires who hunt our kind, found the colony…” Jace drifted off, old memories threatening to take over – distant screams, his mom calling for his dad… “They almost destroyed it. But they didn’t. The wolves were too strong for them, but we lost a lot of our own, including my dad and brother. He was older than me, Keve. He’d been through his first transition so he could fight. Mom hid me and Mage, my little sister, and defended the house. I was nine, Mage was four.”

Jace dropped his head and his gaze hit the floor. He thought he had worked through his past during his years behind bars. He sure had a hell of a lot of thinking time. But talking about it again came dangerously close to reliving it. He could feel Cassie looking at him, no longer glaring at the wall.

“After that,” he continued, “Mom wanted to integrate with humans as much as possible. She did all she could to blend: adopted a mainstream surname, got a job, put us in public school. We were completely cut off from everything about our heritage. My first transition was something I endured. It was the only time we went to the woods, and then pretended it never happened.

“We lived in a bad part of town. Some colonies are pretty progressive, have a lot of tech and investments. Not Great Moon. We left with next to nothing and stayed that way. I protected Maggie, watched out for her at school and when she started working at a diner. One day, I was waiting in the parking lot for her to get off work when I noticed this guy hanging around. I’d noticed him before. His vibe was creepy, man. I mean,
creepy
. I think they coined the term just for him. He was older and the way he looked at Maggie… I knew he was bad news. I tried to dissuade him from ever being interested in her.” And he had, but even Jace’s special power of influence did nothing to lessen the obsession the stranger had for his sister.

“He was there every day, waiting for Maggie. Sometimes he’d talk with her, sit in her section so she had to serve him. She was only fifteen. He was in his forties. Even when I couldn’t see him, I could feel him there.

“One day, my bike got a flat and I was late to pick her up. She closed the diner that night and when she locked up there was nowhere to go. He got her.” By now, Cassie had turned in her chair facing him, hands folded on her lap, their knees an inch apart. He wanted to haul her to him, nuzzle into her neck, and forget the past and present.

“I pulled up in time to see his car drive off. The diner was dark and Maggie was nowhere.
Nowhere
. I tried to follow him but he was gone.

“I knew where he lived, though. Maggie got the information for me off of his credit card one time when he paid, and I got everything I could on him. I went to his house in this fancy little part of Freemont. His car was in the drive so I broke in. But he didn’t hear me. He was in the basement with Maggie.” Jace stopped. Explaining the shifter bit wasn’t nearly as difficult as what was coming up.

“She was unconscious. He had tied her to a four-poster bed and was undressing her. I don’t know how I managed to stay human when I beat the shit out of him. I was about to untie Maggie and call the police when the bastard started laughing. Laughing! He said, ‘They’ll never believe you, you filthy piece of trash. I’ll tell them she was obsessed with me. That she broke into my house to get close to me. Who do you think they’ll listen to? Two street kids? Or a high-powered attorney?’”