“SO THE HUMAN WASN’T your mate after all,” Dakota said companionably as I picked my way downstairs toward blue-tinted light. Her voice drew me through an antechamber and into a broad room where banks of monitors and the hum of processors filled the air. The rest of the compound might be technology-free, but this command center more than made up for that lack.
For her part, Dakota’s attention remained focused upon the three monitors arrayed across her borrowed desk. But I could smell interest in the air and my companion’s smugness coated the inside of my throat like slime.
Meanwhile, Dakota’s words, as intended, burrowed into my conscience and bit. “I’m going back for Sebastien as soon as you and I come to an agreement,” I told her, knowing even as I spoke that I had left my mate unprotec
