in a gushing torrent. She clutched his back and sobbed into his shirt, trembling uncontrollably. He stroked her back and smoothed her hair, unable to do more than let the emotions run their course.
Fury, frustration and pain contorted like wrestlers as they flowed into Blayne’s mind. Even minimized by the compressed link, the combination was staggering. The situation had inadvertently tapped into a deep well of past pain.
“It’s ok ay, sweetness,” he whispered. “Everything is going to be okay.” Protectiveness surged within him. No one should have to bear this sort of sorrow alone. She’d turned to him for comfort and he was going to give it to her. He’d protect and pamper her, provide a safe place where she could heal. She might not realize it yet, but with one impulsive motion, she’d allowed him into her life. And until she no longer needed him, he was determined to stay there.
Tori was obviously upset by her sister’s distress, so Lor pulled her into his arms. Soon she was sobbing nearly as loud as Angie.
Females , Lor grumbled playfully.
Blayne exchanged a helpless smile with his commander then buried his face in the softness of Angie’s hair.
Chapter Two
The staccato clatter of Sevrin’s high-heeled pumps echoed off the walls of the empty warehouse. Reminiscent of gunfire, the sound soothed her, helped her focus on what still needed to be done. Team South had vacated their house and Nazerel had verified that Allenton had no contact with anyone from teams East or West. Once the initial burst of anger had burned itself out, Sevrin had been able to admit that Allenton’s capture hadn’t been as devastating as she’d first thought. She’d intended to relocate the teams to different cities eventually anyway. This just forced her to make the move sooner than she’d planned. As for losing Allenton himself, one alpha hunter was as good as another. She would simply have to mate with Zach Westbrook or Darrian Eastman.
Marat walked at her side, his long legs easily matching her agitated stride. “I’ve established a perimeter rotation, but I wasn’t sure where you wanted my men housed. I presume the crew’s quarters will be taken up with medical personnel.”
They’d reached the stairwell, so Sevrin paused before descending. “I see no reason for the medical personnel to change their routine. They’ll just come here instead of commuting to my house. If they park on the back side of the building, their cars won’t be visible from the road. I’d rather have all the soldiers on hand in case anything goes wrong.”
“What about Dr. Porffer?”
She went to the landing halfway down the twisting flight of metal stairs, then pressed her hand over the scanner. The pad had been designed to blend with the concrete wall, so it was virtually undetectable to the naked eye. “Dr. Porffer needs to stay with her patient, so she’ll bed down in the infirmary. However, she’ll need access to the shower in your cabin.”
“Easily arranged.”
After confirming her identity, the scanner unlocked the door. Sevrin pushed the portal inward and moved onto a landing similar to the one she’d just vacated. A second set of metal stairs continued the descent on the opposite side of the wall. She paused at the railing to survey the chamber she only shared with her most trusted personnel.
Marat moved up beside her and the door swung shut behind them. Her ship nestled in the middle of a large underground storage area. Ceiling panels could be retracted, allowing the ship to maneuver away from its subterranean hanger. From above, the panels looked like a massive parking lot. The only complication came if the parking lot was in use when the ship needed to depart. She was sole owner of the warehouse, so that hadn’t been a problem.
With a higher level of technology than humans had achieved, the ship offered amenities not found anywhere else on Earth. Dr. Porffer and her research team had seemed almost relieved