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snapped, “Answer.” A male face looked at him in shock.
    “Oh, holy hell! She is going to be impossible to live with after this.” The man on the screen fluttered...there was no other word for it. “Do you have her chained to the bed, ummm, that thought is just too vile. I’d rather imagine you chained to the bed. Has she finished ranting and throwing things yet? The good news is that most of the stuff she can throw is that disgusting kitschy 1990’s crap she collects. I mean, really, that stuff was called trailer trash back then. Whoever heard of collecting dashboard hula girls and one-legged plastic birds?” The man paused to catch his breath.
    The advantage of this diatribe was that Adam had been able to figure out that whoever this was, he knew his mate well, he wasn’t heterosexual, and that he also knew that Adam had been intimate with her. “Who are you and what do you want?” he asked grumpily. The man was getting on his one good nerve.
    “Eve. I need to talk to Eve Longtree. I’m Charles, her assistant and it’s important I speak with her immediately. Probably vital to her safety,” he added before glaring at Adam. “I don’t know you and I need to speak with Eve now.”
    The man had finally gotten some sense. He had been babbling information to a strange man in Eve’s home. “Give me a minute,” Adam mumbled as he turned to go fetch his mate. She never had answered him about her last name. Longtree. Of The Longtree’s he was certain. Jacob Longtree (of course, biblical name) had been the genetic researcher that had saved his race and must have been Eve’s grandfather. She had said her mother’s name was Naomi. Naomi Longtree had uncovered several hidden species for the world. Adam winced, but none in the last decade or so.
    Eve Longtree. His mate. The woman had already made her mark on the world. He should have put two and two together. Among other things, when she was still in college she had discovered the cure for Were-parvo, a debilitating disease that struck only werewolves. It was also one that most human scientists couldn’t be bothered researching. Interesting.
    Eve was plucked out of bed, sheets and all, and carted down the stairs. “Adam, what are you doing?” Before her muddled brain could focus, jeez...around him her usually sharp mind seemed to be turning to mush...she was set down in front of her videolink.
    Charles watched her intently from the screen. “You could have let me get dressed first,” she hissed at Adam.
    “He said he had information that was vital to your safety. I didn’t want to wait for you to dress to find out what he’s yammering about.”
    Eve started to comment, but Charles interrupted, “It’s serious Eve. Hunky and hairy was right to rip you out of bed. Nice look by the way, extremely well fuc—”
    “Charles!” Eve spat. She could literally see Adam’s hackles rise at her assistant’s careless comments. Her assistant could be suicidal sometimes. “Get to the point.”
    “Are you sure you want me to tell you while your friend is listening?” Somehow he managed to mix sarcasm with a concerned question. One that Eve had no trouble reading after the hours they’d spent together the last three months.
    “Charles, this is Adam and in answer to your questions, yes...he is werewolf, yes...he is my mate, and yes...he can hear what you have to say.”
    Charles sighed. “I hope he is as strong as he looks, Bella.... You are going to need a bodyguard.”
    “Why Charlie? What has happened?” she asked worriedly. The man was making her crazy with anxiety.
    Charles groaned and shook his head. “The worse possible scenario. Think money hungry boss, top scientist missing for two days and boss sneaking into scientist’s lab and uncovering a smidgeon of information about the new project. Think idiot boss making a ‘breakthrough’ announcement to the Sentinel’s governing counsel to generate excitement about the breakthrough and get their attention