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go back to the Phoenix silo. Abby had arranged for Talin and
    Cohen to leave on a private jet that night as they had their contacts in, while Jovan would
    be flying out the next day because he didn’t have any contacts. He couldn’t imagine
    showing up at the Phoenix airport with his eyes glowing green; that wouldn’t go over too
    well with the fine folks at TSA.
    Jovan knew he had to take Liberty with him. Really, what choice did he have? He
    couldn’t leave her; it would be like abandoning a child. He would get her to the silo in
    Fernley, then put her in the care of someone else, and he could go back to his solitude. He
    wondered what everyone would say when he showed up with an SR44 female.
    And speaking of solitude, he realized he hadn’t heard any thoughts from her.
    Nice.
    He looked around the huge kitchen. Noah was always looking for new
    investments for them, and apparently this was quite the score. Jovan imagined he had
    picked it up after a foreclosure or something. The place was beautiful and would
    definitely fall under the title of mansion.
    Turning his attention back to Liberty, he watched her scoop up the mac and
    cheese like it was the best meal she had ever had, and he couldn’t believe that he was
    looking at an SR44 female. He wondered who she had been in servitude to, and what the
    hell was going on that she was sent here with others. And there were others? What the
    hell was that about? Where were they now? She had made it very clear that she only
    wanted to tell the story one time, and he could understand that, especially if it was bad
    news.
    However, the curiosity was eating at him.

Chapter 8
    The next morning, Jovan left Liberty at the house and found a mall where he
    grabbed some jeans and t-shirts he thought would fit her, as well as some underwear. He
    had no idea about bra sizes, so he thought he would leave that for later when she could be
    around.
    On the way back to the house, he also stopped at Subway and picked up a couple
    of sandwiches. Checking the Hummer’s clock, he saw that their plane would be leaving
    in about two hours.
    He opened the front door, and made his way to the kitchen. He didn’t hear
    anything in the house, and it felt empty. “Liberty?” he called.
    No answer.
    He made his way through the house, stopping in the Solarium and the upstairs
    bedroom.
    “Liberty?”
    Worry raced through him, and he wondered if something had happened to her or if
    she had left on her own accord. He quickly went back into the kitchen and was about to
    head downstairs when he took a quick stop and looked out the window.
    And he couldn’t move.
    Liberty floated on her back in the pool, naked.
    Her brown curls fanned out around her face where she wore a small smile and her
    eyes were closed. The soft swells of her breasts gently swayed in the water while her
    hands moved lazily as if they were keeping her in place. He let his eyes travel down to
    her tiny waist and the slight flare of her hips. A small patch of curls sat at the top of her
    sex, and he noticed that her toenails were painted a pink that was pretty close to the shade
    of her SR44 form.
    Holy. Shit.
    He made an attempt to move his eyes away from her, but it seemed someone had
    dipped them in a bit of super glue.
    “You’re going to get fucking busted,” he mumbled to himself.
    That little threat did nothing.
    “You need to look away. Like now.”
    Right.
    All of a sudden, Liberty rolled over and pushed her butt up in the air, diving for
    the bottom. Jovan was then able to turn around. He leaned against the counter and closed
    his eyes.
    For some reason, memories of the first time he had ever been with a human
    woman came to him. It had been before his so-called gift had kicked in. Shortly after they
    had landed in the late 1700s, he found himself in a saloon in Northern Montana in the late
    afternoon. It had been the middle of winter, and the air was frigid. There were reports of a
    serial killer in the small town, and