Fever Claim (The Sigma Menace) (10 page)

Wanting to continue arguing to get her way and stay with her friend, Cassie had to admit he was right. She knew Kaitlyn was in good hands. She also knew she didn’t want to find herself facing Jace, talking about marking, and stepping around dead bodies.

With a sigh she stood up, avoided Jace, and looked around at the corpses. What a waste of life. Gone in an instant. And why?

“My God, they’re just boys. What happened?”

Mason came strolling back into the room wearing a black long-sleeved top, dark tech pants, combat boots, and head to toe weapons. How do they strip so fast to turn canine?

“She likes ’em young and demented,” Mason said, bending to pick up the survivor Bennett left. He gestured with his chin to Jace. “They’re usually pretty fucked up kids, lookin’ for a reason to kill. They almost find her. But no worries, they’re usually over eighteen. Otherwise it gets too messy with families and authorities looking for ’em.”

“They almost find who?”

“Madame G,” Bennett said grimly. “She the vampire who heads up the Sigma network in Freemont across the river. Sigma’s mission is to kill shifters, but hers is even more demented. She’s in charge of all the shifter killings, kidnappings, and most recently, experiments.”

“She’s a crazy, fuckin’ bitch,” Mason agreed.

“So who are these guys?” Cassie asked.

“Recruits, probably. Agents are fully trained and her ‘program’,” Bennett made air quotes, “is a sadistic hell. Recruits are lackeys, expendable, and only the best make it to Agent status. If Madame G wants to cause trouble, make a distraction, or just fuck with us, she sends recruits. Jace, help me get the dead to the pyre.”

“Why burn them?” Cassie couldn’t help her curiosity. It was morbid standing over the dead, chatting about them. But if it was true these men signed up with malicious intent, well, shit happened and she wanted answers.

As Jace and Bennett each grabbed a guy to haul outside, Cassie tiptoed around the blood, unwilling to be left behind with the bodies.

“Sometimes,” Bennett grunted, shifting his burden on his shoulders, “they come back.”

“What?”

“Madame G’s enhancements,” Jace inserted, “they aren’t always human when she’s done. The bodies could be tracked, they may not be as dead as they should be, or they may be dead, but…” he trailed off.

“How is that possible?”

“We don’t know yet. Sigma’s been able to dip their fingers in modern technology more than we have, trying to recover from the extinction and fend off their attacks while keeping our people safe.”

“What extinction?” Cassie persisted, hurrying to keep up. The two big men moved quickly and efficiently, even with their loads.

Taking sure-footed, heavy steps around the side of the lodge, Jace filled her in. “A few hundred years ago, the network succeeded in wiping out much of our race. We can live for centuries, but you won’t find many over two or three hundred years old. The ancients, the oldest of our kind, pure-bloods thought to descend from the original pack, were decimated.”

Bennett snorted. “Or at least not heard from again.”

They reached what looked like a giant fire pit, and Bennett dumped his body, gesturing to Jace to do the same. Cassie watched in morbid fascination as he deftly lifted the body up off his shoulders and tossed it in.

He brushed off his hands, or at least tried to now that they were even bloodier than before. “Since then, most shifters now all have human blood. So when we shift, we look more like the beast inside of us—a wolf—versus the traditional depiction of a werewolf, which is more of how an ancient would’ve appeared after transition.”

They started back toward the lodge and he kept his hands out of sight for her. Except it still stained his face. She tried not to stare. Not to disturb him, but keep her from mortifying herself that she wanted to swoon seeing this man covered in the blood of someone who would’ve killed her. Or worse. The bit of fang poking out when Mason was haranguing her had made her pulse quicken. That was mortifying enough.

Bennett continued the explanation, more to stem any awkward silence. “Since then, we’ve concentrated on concealment and safety. But modern advances have moved so fast in the last century, hell, the last thirty years, so many of our kind have become immersed in the human world and we’re struggling to keep up, keep our secret, remain undetected by humans and Sigma. They’ve been learning and gaining their own technology for use against us. There’s only so many shifters, even fewer Guardians, while there seems to be an unlimited supply of minions for Sigma to recruit.”

Nearing the front the lodge again, Commander Fitzsimmons and Mercury were appraising the damage while Mason spoke to them from inside. “…checked the videos, they must’ve been cloaked. I saw no movement until they held the crossbow up. We’ll need to amp up our sensors and widen their zone.”

“And fucking steel reinforce all our goddamn doors,” Mercury said hotly.

The commander nodded and spoke without looking at any of them. “Mercury, Mason, haul the last two recruits and light them. I need to talk to Bennett and our guests.”

Cassie wanted to sigh in frustration, but didn’t dare around the formidable commander. The air thickened in his presence, put everyone on edge. And dammit, she wanted to interrogate Jace about the whole marking thing and that was a subject she wasn’t bringing up around these men again.

Mercury stepped over the threshold to help Mason, while the rest of them moved inside so Bennett could describe the attack. “Were they after Kaitlyn?” he asked when he was done.

Commander Fitzsimmons gave a curt nod, his expression grim. “We can’t assume, but that’s the most plausible explanation. They studied her, knew her habits enough to get her to the warehouse, but not enough to realize how powerful she is. Best guess, they were after a shifter, but after she took out an Agent and recruit and we showed interest, Madame G wanted her.”

“Will Cassie be safe to go home?” Jace asked, and Cassie gave him a grateful glance, but quickly looked away.

“They’d love to get their hands on you both, but as long as you can keep your mating on the downlow, they shouldn’t be interested in her. They’d know we wouldn’t give up Kaitlyn for a human. No offense,” the commander said in her direction. His look said it didn’t really matter if she was offended or not, he was stating a fact.

***

Thanks a lot asshole
. Jace was pissed at Commander Fitzsimmons. Cassie avoided looking at him. Jace wanted to hug her hard and inspect her head to toe, run his hands up and down her body to make sure she was okay. He’d been out of his mind when she didn’t close the door and he couldn’t get to her before that recruit had. His pride almost split him open at how she’d handled herself. Dropped the bastard in two seconds. He was also forever in Kaitlyn’s debt for jumping in when she had.

No collapsing and sobbing for his mate. She was distracting herself, trying to learn about shifter-kind and what happened. She was also distracting herself from him. He didn’t interrupt as Commander Fitzsimmons told her what to keep an eye out for and safety measures to take, he just stood and looked his fill. Her sexy pixie cut was mussed up giving her a sassy look that fit her so well.

He was leaning back to get a quick look at her butt in her capris, to tide him and his raging emotions over, when Bennett leaned over and spoke quietly in his ear, “Second door on the right there’s a mud room, in case you want to clean up a little.”

Jace brought his hands up from being clasped behind him. Cassie managed to get almost no blood on her and for that he was grateful. He however, was covered with enough for the both of them. Fuck, no wonder she was trying not to look at him. She seemed comfortable enough around Bennett, but Bennett didn’t take her home last night.

“Thanks man.” He clapped Bennett on the shoulder, murmured to Cassie he’d be right back, and jogged inside.

After a quick rinse off, he was back out by Cassie’s side. She still wouldn’t look at him.

Look at me
, he pleaded silently, cursing the turn of events this morning. When he woke up with her nestled in his arms, he knew she would be his. He’d feed her, they’d hang out, she’d get to know him. Then maybe when the news hit of what he was and what his recent past had been like, he could help her move past it.

Instead, she not only found out he was a murderer and a different species, she got an eyewitness account of both. Could she grow to not only understand him, but accept him? Cassie was his fated mate. It was unusual to find one’s fated mate in the first fifty years of life. They lived too long, needed to learn how long and lonely their life could be, and why a mate should be treasured above all else. They needed to learn to protect their mate and any offspring against the perils of Mother Nature, human nature, and the rest of nature that wanted to kill all of their kind. If Cassie rejected him, it would indeed be a long, lonely life.

Look at me
. Cassie stood with her back to him, arms stubbornly crossed in front of her chest, nodding at Commander Fitzsimmons’ instructions. She was astute; she knew he was assessing her ability to keep quiet about everything she learned today, otherwise the Guardians would have to deal with the situation. They didn’t hurt innocents, even if it was for the greater good, but they could delete her memories of today, alter them in some way.

Jace wasn’t sure which of the Guardians had that ability as they differed with each shifter, like his power of persuasion. Human minds could crumple under the invasion, especially if the wielder didn’t have absolute control over their gift. Cassie was strong, mentally nimble, she wouldn’t crumble, but the protective male in him would not let these men infringe on her, or invade her, in any way.

Look at me
. He made the decision a long time ago that he would never use his abilities on the person who would become his partner in life, no matter the reason. Cassie being human, made him even more determined in his resolution. A breach of trust of that magnitude would erode the foundation of matehood. Soon the one who is the most important to you in your ever-long life would wonder if they were persuaded to give up an argument, agree with a new car purchase, even change their mind about the toilet seat being left up.

Finally, she turned to face him. Cleaned of blood now, he remained still as her gaze flicked quickly up and down his length. Repressing a self-satisfied smirk when he saw a flash of heat in her eyes, all he asked was, “You ready?”

He greedily drank her in as she walked toward him, back ramrod straight, hands stiff at her side. Sexy little shrink, trying not to betray her nervousness by running her hands through her hair. No wonder she wore it so short. She would continually fuss with her hair the first half hour she was at the club on any given night. Then as she relaxed, so did her fidgeting
…
slightly.

“Actually,” she cleared her throat, “can you find a ride home? I’d like to drive myself. Alone.”

Jace sharply inhaled, inadvertently smelling her divine flower and vanilla scent. He let it glide down into his lungs, easing him. Slowly, he exhaled. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“It doesn’t matter what you think,” she snapped. In a softer tone, “I appreciate your concern, Jace. I really do. This is a lot to take in. You, them, the attack
…
” Her gaze drifted to someplace far away. She shook it off. “I need time to think.”

“You could still be in danger, Cassie. I can’t just let you leave on your own. Are the Guardians okay with this?” He looked up, searching for some support. Mason had disappeared inside to help Commander Fitzsimmons with clean-up efforts. Mercury was avidly watching their interplay from the landing while Bennett was discreetly trying to drag him inside. Mercury flung off his arm and stalked in. Bennett shot Jace a brief
you poor bastard
nod before leaving. So they were okay with letting her view their world, their home, and allowing her to go?

“Their main concern is Kaitlyn. I think there’s something pretty significant to them about her. I’m getting in the way. Trying to protect me, but keep their secrets from me, is inconvenient.”

Fucking Guardians. As Jace’s mate, Cassie was his problem and they wanted her to be his problem somewhere else. They assessed her, she wasn’t breaking under shock, felt she wasn’t a threat to their existence, so back to business as usual. So it was, “hey thanks for lending a fang, but it’s time for you and your pesky human to go.”

Keeping his restraint, determined to not to scare her off any more than he had the last few hours, he kept his tone even, “You’re my main concern Cassie. I’d like to see you home safely. What if they’re still out there?” He gestured toward the woods.

“Commander Fitzsimmons assured me they aren’t. I have his number programmed into my phone, just in case. I need time, Jace.” Warm brown eyes sought out his. “I just want to go home.”

Losing himself in their depths, he waged an internal battle. Protective mate or considerate prospective boyfriend?
Fucking Guardians!
The more he pushed, the more distance she would keep between them. If he got his way, resentment would build within her. He didn’t know her past, but he sensed she was strongly independent, probably learned to rely on herself at an early age.