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again. The first thing he was going to do was spank that pretty ass for running. The second thing he would do was fuck her until she didn’t have the strength to run again.
    “According to my files, the Breed with that mark is one badass you don’t want to mess with. We call her by her lab name, because she never chose another that we knew of. Her name is Death, Lance. She’s wanted not just by the Bureau of Breed Affairs but by several government agencies as well, for questioning in the assassinations of suspected child abusers as well as suspected Council scientists. If Death mated you, cuz, then you’re screwed.”
    The woman in his arms had been no killer. “There has to be a mistake.”
    “No mistake,” Braden said in denial. “No other Breed would dare wear that mark. Death is a possessive bitch. She’s a class A assassin with the added rating of knifemanship. Death doesn’t feel, Lance. And how the hell you could have mated with her makes no sense.”
    Because every instance of mating heat that had occurred in the Breed society had involved emotion. To their knowledge there hadn’t been a mating that hadn’t been a match of not just the physical, but the psychological and emotional as well. Lance knew that from the few explanations Megan had given him in regards to her relationship with Braden.
    “Then there’s a mistake,” Lance grated out. “Is there a description on this ‘Death’?”
    “Oh yeah,” Braden sighed. “The description of her hair was throwing me off. Her hair is the color of a true lion’s mane rather than just a similarity. Eye color pale green. Height five-seven, age twenty-five. She escaped the labs at fifteen after killing every scientist in the facility. Including her own mother.”
    The air began to wail at his ear.
    “There’s a notation here that an op went out a few weeks ago to a suspected sighting, but no update.”
    “Get me her file. I want the complete dossier on her, and see what else you can find out. I’m taking the day off and going looking for her myself.”
    “Whoa, hold up there, man,” Braden protested furiously. “Didn’t you hear what I just said? This woman is one of the most lethal killers in our ranks. She hunts Coyotes for fun, Lance. And she kills them. She’ll take you out if she even thinks you’re going to get close.”
    “According to you, the mating heat goes both ways, right?” Lance reminded him.
    “As far as I know. According to all the reports the Bureau has listed of mated pairs, it’s always a two-way street.”
    “Then she’s likely in no better shape than I am,” Lance pointed out.
    Braden sighed. “ If the mating went both ways, she’s likely in worse shape,” he growled. “ If , Lance. That’s a hell of a supposition though. From what I’m seeing on the database here, this woman has no soul. You could just be swimming in hell by yourself.”
    “Not hardly.” Lance raked his fingers through his hair, grimacing at the memory of her face, her eyes, before she left. “It has her too, Braden. I’d bet my life on it.”
    “Which is exactly what you are betting.” Braden breathed out roughly. “Give me an hour. Wait there on me and I’ll go out with you. You’ll need backup on this one, Lance, and I don’t want Megan anywhere near her. She still hasn’t recovered from the search we did for her.”
    “What search?” Lance clenched his teeth at that information.
    “After leaving Sanctuary last year, our first mission was to locate Death. We thought we were getting close, then she just disappeared.”
    “Where is Megan?” She would tell him. She wouldn’t hide information she knew he would need.
    “Megan flew back to Sanctuary this morning to pick up one of the new girls we’re training here at the ranch. She won’t be back till morning.”
    Now, wasn’t that just perfect timing?
    Lance stared out into the park, watching as the breeze swayed in the trees, the low psychic moan he heard whispering around