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Tas
Tas expected a full contingent of Rose Syndicate agents waiting when the vehicle reached their destination. He tensed, ready for the betrayal, as he leaped from the back of the van.
Gravel crunched underfoot as he landed. He snarled, baring his fangs.
No response, just birdsong.
“Dude, what was that?”
“Nothing,” he said. He stood at his full height, chin up, his posture conveying that he did not want to talk about it.
The isolated cabin Juniper had promised turned out to be nothing more than that. The simple structure sat back from the road and had no nearby neighbors as the property shared a border with a state park.
He headed into the woods, needing to distance himself from the female. Three hours in close quarters with nothing to distract himself from her pheromones put a
