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Authors: Laurann Dohner
kicking out at him, try to knock him back, but it would only prove that she wasn’t who she claimed.
“I’m sorry I called you an idiot. I was just really upset that you accused me of such a horrible thing. I risked my life out there. It wasn’t staged.”
He reached down and grabbed the front of his pants. Kat had forgotten that she only wore a pair of panties and a bra until that moment. Real fear shot through her that he’d sexually assault her. He was a big bastard, really strong, and probably weighed double what she did. She was tough but doubted she could fight him off for long. Every muscle went rigid in preparation to at least try. He didn’t expose his dick but instead tore the drawstring tie from the sweatpants.
She slightly relaxed until he began to secure her to something above her head. She twisted enough to look up and saw the bolted-in ring then peered at his face.
“What are you doing?”
“Making sure you stay exactly where I want you.”
She felt exposed, stretched out practically naked on her back. “I want to sit in the chair.”
“I want the truth.” He straightened and took a step back.
Kat tugged on the handcuffs but the thick cord held. She glanced at the sides of the table but couldn’t roll over without falling against the chairs on the left or into him on the right.
“Who are you really? Let’s stop playing this game. Your ID was good but my officers are better. Someone fucked up when they created your history. Our security check only tracked you back three years then you end. There’s nothing on you.”
She stared up into his eyes, hoping he might be bluffing, but she saw the truth reflected there. Shit. That rat bastard Mason had screwed up the paper trail and, in fact, had blown her cover.
“I got divorced,” she lied. “I took back my maiden name.” It was worth a try.
He smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Here’s an interesting twist. Checking the current database showed you exist but when we searched outdated internet sites that social security number belonged to an Eleanor Brinkler. She was a seventy-year-old housewife who died ten years ago.” He slowly raked his gaze down her body then back up. “I’m no expert on what an eighty-year-old looks like but I’m certain you’re nowhere near that age.”
Kat panicked but tried to mask her features, struggling to think of something to say.
He stepped closer. “You don’t look dead.” He stared at her chest. “You’re breathing.” His gaze met and held hers. “What is your real name? Who sent you and why?”
“This has to be some horrible mistake.” It was all she could say. She was nailed and Robert Mason had sent her into one hell of a mess. Her cover identity had been a muddled rush job.
Darkness leaned forward, putting his face close to hers again. “I don’t want to hurt you.” His voice lowered to a rasp. “Don’t make me do that, sweetheart. I have enough memories to assure I suffer nightmares almost every time I sleep. Just tell me who you really are and why you came to Homeland. You’re busted.”
She licked her lips, tempted to tell him the truth. Mason never should have sent her to Homeland undercover. It would probably get them both fired, but it would be even worse if she talked. No one wanted an agent working for them who cracked under pressure. Darkness was just doing his job and he was good at it. She respected that.
“You look so soft and fragile.” He paused, watching her. “Let me tell you a few things about me. Have you ever heard of a human named Darwin Havings?”
Kat blanked her features but her heart rate jumped. Havings was currently number thirty-two on the list of the Department of Homeland Security’s most wanted. He’d been a rich bastard with businesses mainly in the Middle East and ties to third-world countries. He was also suspected to have invested heavily in Mercile Industries. That last association had earned him a hard look from authorities
“I’m sorry I called you an idiot. I was just really upset that you accused me of such a horrible thing. I risked my life out there. It wasn’t staged.”
He reached down and grabbed the front of his pants. Kat had forgotten that she only wore a pair of panties and a bra until that moment. Real fear shot through her that he’d sexually assault her. He was a big bastard, really strong, and probably weighed double what she did. She was tough but doubted she could fight him off for long. Every muscle went rigid in preparation to at least try. He didn’t expose his dick but instead tore the drawstring tie from the sweatpants.
She slightly relaxed until he began to secure her to something above her head. She twisted enough to look up and saw the bolted-in ring then peered at his face.
“What are you doing?”
“Making sure you stay exactly where I want you.”
She felt exposed, stretched out practically naked on her back. “I want to sit in the chair.”
“I want the truth.” He straightened and took a step back.
Kat tugged on the handcuffs but the thick cord held. She glanced at the sides of the table but couldn’t roll over without falling against the chairs on the left or into him on the right.
“Who are you really? Let’s stop playing this game. Your ID was good but my officers are better. Someone fucked up when they created your history. Our security check only tracked you back three years then you end. There’s nothing on you.”
She stared up into his eyes, hoping he might be bluffing, but she saw the truth reflected there. Shit. That rat bastard Mason had screwed up the paper trail and, in fact, had blown her cover.
“I got divorced,” she lied. “I took back my maiden name.” It was worth a try.
He smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Here’s an interesting twist. Checking the current database showed you exist but when we searched outdated internet sites that social security number belonged to an Eleanor Brinkler. She was a seventy-year-old housewife who died ten years ago.” He slowly raked his gaze down her body then back up. “I’m no expert on what an eighty-year-old looks like but I’m certain you’re nowhere near that age.”
Kat panicked but tried to mask her features, struggling to think of something to say.
He stepped closer. “You don’t look dead.” He stared at her chest. “You’re breathing.” His gaze met and held hers. “What is your real name? Who sent you and why?”
“This has to be some horrible mistake.” It was all she could say. She was nailed and Robert Mason had sent her into one hell of a mess. Her cover identity had been a muddled rush job.
Darkness leaned forward, putting his face close to hers again. “I don’t want to hurt you.” His voice lowered to a rasp. “Don’t make me do that, sweetheart. I have enough memories to assure I suffer nightmares almost every time I sleep. Just tell me who you really are and why you came to Homeland. You’re busted.”
She licked her lips, tempted to tell him the truth. Mason never should have sent her to Homeland undercover. It would probably get them both fired, but it would be even worse if she talked. No one wanted an agent working for them who cracked under pressure. Darkness was just doing his job and he was good at it. She respected that.
“You look so soft and fragile.” He paused, watching her. “Let me tell you a few things about me. Have you ever heard of a human named Darwin Havings?”
Kat blanked her features but her heart rate jumped. Havings was currently number thirty-two on the list of the Department of Homeland Security’s most wanted. He’d been a rich bastard with businesses mainly in the Middle East and ties to third-world countries. He was also suspected to have invested heavily in Mercile Industries. That last association had earned him a hard look from authorities