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word spoken at the same time in two masculine voices.
    Maybe that incident was what formulated her general opinion of Twins. When Cam had swept her into his arms and carried her from Headquarters, she’d sensed he meant her no harm. Of course, mentioning Grammie helped too.
    There was no denying the sheer animal attraction between them now. She had never been so turned on from a mere kiss. The way Cam’s jeans tented was proof he’d been affected too.
    Abby told herself to quit being an idiot—just because Cam kissed her didn’t mean Russ wanted her too. And all the rumors said both Twins had to be attracted to the person they shared. Besides, she had no idea if Russ could kiss like his brother.
    She wasn’t likely to find out any time soon either, because they were rolling into what passed as civilization these days.
    “Roadblock ahead,” Russ said. He rolled down the window, tucked his hand casually into his jacket pocket. He was ready to draw if necessary. That lent Abby some much-needed confidence—if it had been up to her, she would have turned around and driven off at the sight of two assault-rifle-wielding soldiers.
    “We’re in an armored van,” she whispered. “It’s bulletproof. Chill, Abby.”
    When Cam squeezed her, she realized he’d overheard that whisper, even over the sound of the engine and voices outside. Although she wanted to writhe in mortification, she leaned into the embrace, grateful for his support especially when Russ allowed the soldiers to open up the back of the van to conduct a quick visual search. Their flat gazes swept over them without changing.
    “All right, you’re granted a twenty-four hour pass,” one of the soldiers said. She handed Russ a scribbled slip of paper. “We have to regulate traffic through this City because of past problems.”
    “Problems?” Russ inquired.
    The soldier shrugged. “Move on, civilian. Time’s wasting.”
    From the way Cam tensed against her, Abby suspected he was communicating telepathically with his brother. Would Russ push back, demand answers? The soldiers either hadn’t cottoned on that they were Twins or didn’t care, though Abby suspected the former. The woman had infused the word civilian with an extra bite.
    She reminded herself that not everyone had the warm fuzzies toward Twins. Some viewed them as tools of a corrupt government. Most were wary around them, knowing the men were genetically modified to be far stronger and faster than a normal human.
    Russ stared at the soldier a moment longer before accelerating past the roadblock toward Cleveland’s high walls.
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    Inside Headquarters, everything was regulated down to the minute, from mealtimes to the biweekly walk in the gardens each indentured servant was allowed for the purposes of getting natural Vitamin D from sunlight. She’d forgotten what it was like to be in control of her own life.
    Or as in control as it was possible to be with no money and very few possessions. And, she amended, flicking a glance at the Twins, in the company of two very Alpha males who didn’t seem overly eager to let her go out of their sight. Not even to help them scope out the gas station they were parked next to.
    That was a problem, because she was determined to wrest back a semblance of control.
    “So how about I go around the corner to the market?” she asked. “I’m positive someone there will buy a commtab or two. I’d feel a lot more confident if I had some money of my own.”
    That way if she had to make a break from the Twins, she stood a chance of getting to Chicago by herself.
    “Can’t risk it,” Russ said bluntly. “The Shadow Feds might trace us that way. The commtabs are switched off now, but a buyer will want to turn them on, make sure they work before the purchase.”
    Abby watched Russ fuel up the van, mulling that over. Each commtab had access to Headquarters’ internal system, although a member of the public wouldn’t be able to log on unless they had a