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She covered her face with her hands for long moments before starin

g at the results once again The feral hormone was definitely mixed into the strains of adrenaline now It hadn’t been in the first three vials, but that fourth one, taken as anger had surged in his eyes, showed it

Those eyes had terrified her The warold, the lightest flicker of blue pinpoints had fired within it She had never seen anything so frightening in a Breed during all the years she had been testing theer than the years they had been free

But it had done no oing feral The scientists at the lab he had been created in had recorded the same phenomenon

She saved the results, attached the to Jonas She wasn’t arguing with hi to Callan Forget the chain of co her of, Callan was her pride leader, not Jonas No matter how Jonas may or may not lust for the position

She set her pass code on the computer, stored the samples and rubbed at the back of her neck wearily

“Everything okay, Dr Morrey?” Charles stepped up beside her, staring down at her froreen eyes

“Everything’s fine, Charles” She smiled back at him rather distantly as she rose from her stool “I’ll be in my office if you need me”

“Yes,to the tests she had hi for potential Breedjob She was pleased to have found an assistant she trusted with it

The tests on Mercury were another matter

She sat down at her desk and carefully noted the infor to have to find a way to convince Mercury to continue the tests She needed this inforain No one knew the number of Breeds who had developed feral fever before the rescues And she hoped no one ever found out

Jonas stared at the report, his eyes narrowing at the findings Ely had sent to him, before he pressed the intercom button into his secretary’s office Or rather his redheaded robot’s office, he thought with a silent grunt For a new mother, the woman was decidedly un-maternal at work

“Rachel, I need the heli-jet prepped for a return to Sanctuary Inforain”

“Yes sir, Mr Wyatt”

He grimaced at her cool, competent voice He missed his last secretary, Kia, but she’d left in a storm of tears for some daured out why she was so upset with him But at least she’d had a personality The piece of cardboardthe desk noas as dry as dust