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She drifted toward the adjoining bathroom, Alex moving across the floor with her, sticking close as though she thought Jenna might collapse. But Jenna’s legs weren’t about to give out on her. She was stunned and shaken by what she’d just heard, but her body and mind were far from weak.

Adrenaline coursed through her, flooding her senses and putting her fight-or-flight instinct on high alert. She forced a calmness into her expression as she looked at Alex now, while inside she felt anything but calm. “I think I’ll take that shower now. I just … I want to be alone for a little while. I need to think …”

“All right,” Alex agreed, ushering her inside the enormous bathroom. “Take whatever time you need. I’ll get you some clothes and shoes, then I’ll be right outside if you need me.”

Jenna nodded, her eyes following Alex to the door and waiting for it to close behind her. Only then did the tears begin to fall. She wiped at them as they streamed down her cheeks, hot as acid, even while the rest of her felt chilled to the core.

She felt lost and scared, as desperate as an animal caught in a trap. She had to get out of this place, even if it meant chewing off her own limb to escape. Even if it meant using a friend.

Jenna cranked the hot water in the massive two-person shower. As the steam began to fill the room, she thought about the elevator that had carried the other women and the young girl down from the outside.

She thought about freedom, and what it might take for her to taste it.

“Still another two bloody hours to sundown,” Brock said, glancing at the clock on the tech lab wall as if he could will the night to come. He pushed off the conference table he’d been leaning against, his legs antsy, his body needing to move. “The days may be short this time of year in New England, but damn, do they crawl sometimes.”

He felt eyes on him as he began a tight prowl of the room. It was only himself, Kade, and Gideon in the tech lab now; Lucan had gone to find Gabrielle, and Hunter and Rio had both left to join Renata, Nikolai, and Tegan in the weapons room for a bit of sparring before the start of the night’s patrols in the city. He should have gone with them. Instead he’d stayed behind in the lab, curious to see the results of Gideon’s latest blood work on Jenna.

He paused behind the computer screen and watched a set of stats scroll on the display. “How much longer is it going to take, Gid?”

For a few seconds, the clatter of fingers racing over a keyboard was the only reply. “I’m just running one last DNA analysis, then we should have some data.”

Brock grunted. Impatient, he crossed his arms over his chest and continued wearing a track in the floor.

“You feeling all right?”

When he pivoted his head, he met Kade’s narrowed, assessing look. He scowled back at the warrior. “Yeah, why?”

Kade shrugged. “I don’t know, man. I’m not used to seeing you so twitchy.”

“Twitchy?” Brock repeated the word like it had been an insult. “Shit. I don’t know what you mean. I’m not twitchy.”

“You’re twitchy,” Gideon put in over the clickety-clack of his work at the computer. “In fact, you’ve been visibly distracted for the past few hours. Ever since Alex’s human friend woke up today.”

Brock felt his scowl deepen even as his pace across the floor grew more agitated. Hell, maybe he was on edge, but only because he was eager for darkness to fall so he could hit the pavement on patrol and do what he’d been trained to do. That was all. It had nothing to do with anything—or anyone—else.

If he was distracted by Jenna Darrow, it was because her presence in the compound was a breach of Order rules. They had never permitted a human inside their headquarters. All of the warriors were acutely aware of that fact, a point made obvious when she and Alex had walked past the tech lab a short time ago. And that this human woman carried something alien inside her—something undetermined, which may or may not prove detrimental to the Order and its mission against Dragos—made her presence there all the more disturbing.

Jenna had everyone on edge to a certain degree. Brock was no different. At least, that’s what he told himself as he paced one final time behind Gideon’s workstation, then exhaled a rough curse.

“Fuck it, I’m outta here. If anything interesting comes in on that blood work before nightfall, I’ll be in the weapons room.”

He strode to the tech lab’s door and paused as the wide glass panel slid open in front of him. No sooner had he stepped across the threshold than Alex came rushing toward the lab from the direction of her and Kade’s quarters.

“She’s gone,” Alex blurted as she entered the room, clearly upset. “It’s Jenna … she’s gone!”

Brock didn’t know why the news should hit his gut like a physical blow. “Where is she?”

“I don’t know,” Alex replied, misery in her eyes.

Kade was at his mate’s side in less than half a second. “What happened?”

Alex shook her head. “She took a shower and got dressed. When she came out of the bathroom she said she was tired. She asked me if she could lie down for a while on the sofa. When I turned around to get her a pillow and spare blanket from the closet, she was just … gone. Our apartment door was wide open into the corridor, but there was no sign of Jenna. I’ve been looking for the last few minutes, but I can’t find her anywhere. I’m worried about her. And I’m sorry, Kade. I should have been more careful. I should have—”

“It’s okay,” he said, gently stroking Alex’s arm. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Maybe I did. I told her about the Breed and about the Order. I told her everything about Zach, and about how we left things back in Harmony. She had so many questions, and I thought she had a right to know.”

Brock stifled the curse that was riding at the tip of his tongue. He knew damn well that he would have been hard-pressed to lie to Jenna, too.

Kade nodded, sober as he dropped a kiss on Alex’s brow. “It’s okay. You did the right thing. It’s better that she knows the truth up front.”

“I’m just afraid that the truth has sent her into a panic.”

“Ah, Christ,” Gideon muttered from his position in front of the compound’s computer banks. On one of the panels that monitored the estate’s motion detectors, lights started blinking like a Christmas tree. “She’s in the mansion at ground level. Or, rather, she was in the mansion. We’ve got a security breach on an exterior door.”

“I thought all topside points of entry were locked as procedure,” Brock said, not meaning it to come out as the accusation it sounded like.

“Have a look for yourself,” Gideon said, pivoting the monitor as he clipped on a hands-free headset and punched a speed-dial number. “Lucan, we have a situation.”

While the Order’s leader got a quick rundown, Brock stalked over to the computer command center, Kade and Alex following. On the security camera feed from the estate above the compound, one of the mansion’s steel-reinforced lock bars was twisted off its mountings like a piece of taffy. The door was flung open to the daylight outside, the glare of solar rays on the snow-filled yard nearly blinding, even on-screen.

“Holy hell,” Brock muttered.

Beside him, Alex gasped in disbelief. Kade was silent, his gaze as grim as it was stunned when his eyes slid to Brock. On the phone, Gideon was now giving urgent orders to one of the Order’s more formidable females in residence, namely Renata, to head topside on the double and bring Jenna back in.

“I’ve got her location on camera now,” he told Renata. “She’s on the east side of the property, heading southeast on foot. If you take the south service door, you should be able to head her off before she reaches the perimeter fence.”

“The perimeter fence,” Brock murmured. “Jesus Christ, that thing is juiced with more than fourteen thousand volts of electricity.”