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PROLOGUE

This was the last thing she needed this year, Liza Johnson thought as she h the Window Rock Navajo Nation Park

This was supposed to be her year

It was supposed to be the year her life truly began, or so her best friend’s grandfather had promised her

Orrin Martinez, one of the secretive spiritual advisors of the Six Tribes, had sought her out She hadn’t gone looking for his advice, now had she? He’d had no earthly reason to lie to her and yet he had done just that

Or at least, that was how it seemed

Because this wasn’t her year

It was the year of the Breeds

The arrival of the Breeds and the director of the Bureau of Breed Affairs de access to one of the Navajo’s most sacred possessions, a database of DNA profiles the Navajo Nation Council kept under the strictest security, had set in motion events that unsettled Liza in ways she couldn’t explain

The calling together of the chiefs of the Six Tribes, whose sole mission was the acquisition and protection of the profiles, had thrown her entire family, as well as her friends’ families, in upheaval

Such a sacred part of the Navajo wasn’t left to politics to protect

And the protection of it was becoerous not just to her friends, but also to herself

One of Liza’s best friends had nearly been abducted by the man who had attempted to rape her weeks before Another friend had been shot trying to defend her And now here she was, risking not just herself but also her undercover status to draw out soldiers ere stalking her for unknown reason

She’d been working, training, and honing her abilities to ith the Navajo Covert Law Enforcement Division

“They’rein,” the voice stated softly over the tiny—all but invisible—electronic link tucked in her ear “Just bounce those pretty ta-tas, sugar girl, and look pretty We’ll take care of the rest—Oh shit, Cullen”