Bound To Moonlight (Sisters Of The Moon #2)

“You can go to my place, in the city,” Jack said. “It will be safe. Tasha will go with you.”


“No, I won’t.”

Jack looked at her, something passed between the two of them, and Jack nodded.

“Okay, let’s get out of here.”

Sebastian’s cell phone rang. He listened for a moment then shoved it in his pants pocket. “I think we’re too late. There’s a breach on the perimeter wall. It looks like they’re already here.”

Then the world exploded in a ball of light.





Chapter Nine





Anya lay on her back on the table, the steel icy cold against her spine. She wasn’t restrained in any way, but she couldn’t move. They’d given her some sort of drug and she’d lost all track of time. Now, her mind was alert, but her body refused to obey. She could turn her head just slightly, but beyond that, she could feel nothing. She closed her eyes tight and tried to control the panic that clawed at her insides.

All around, she could hear movement. They were tearing the Agency down, moving out. Soft footsteps crossed the tiled floor. They stopped beside her.

“I know you’re awake, Anya.”

She opened her eyes. Dr. Latham stood looking down at her. She’d always thought he had the coldest eyes she had ever seen, pale blue like ice.

“You can speak. Why did you do it? Why did you let them go?”

She tried to shake her head, but still couldn’t move. She swallowed. “You lied to me. You told me my sister had been killed.”

“So your sister is alive? We weren’t sure.”

The question gave her hope. They’d been asking Maria about Natasha, it was obvious they didn’t know where her sister was.

He studied her for a moment. “We did it for your own good. You were obsessed with finding your sister. It was probably a mistake to tell you about her existence.”

“Why did you?”

“You were becoming depressed. We thought it would give you something to live for. Hoped to regain your loyalty. You were a valuable asset. We didn’t want to lose you.”

An asset. Anya winced at the word. That was all she had ever been to the Agency. This man had known her from when she was born, but he still didn’t see her as a person.

“So what else have you lied about?” Latham asked. “Is Sebastian Quinn really dead?”

She didn’t answer, and he shrugged.

“It doesn’t matter anyway. We sent a team to take them out. I just got a message that the house has been destroyed.”

A wave of anguish swept through her. Sebastian couldn’t be dead. He’d been more full of life than anyone she had ever known. But maybe her sister was still alive. Maybe she could somehow regain the Agency’s trust, escape, find somewhere to belong.

“Where are you taking me?” she asked.

“I’m not taking you anywhere.”

Latham reached out a hand and stroked a finger down her face. She flinched.

“It’s a pity,” he said. “You hold a certain sentimental value for me. You were the first of my creations. It’s why I kept you alive for so long. Now I’m afraid you’ve outlived your usefulness, and we can no longer trust you.” He smiled then, but his eyes remained cold. “Well, almost outlived your usefulness. I’m sure we can learn some interesting facts from studying your brain.

She looked beyond him. A medical cooler box stood on the table beside him. Suddenly she realized what he meant to do. She struggled to move, but the drug held her bound.

“Don’t worry, you won’t feel a thing.” He was right. She felt nothing as he slipped the needle into the vein at her wrist.

She watched, despair flooding her mind as he depressed the plunger.

Gunshots sounded in the corridor outside. Something moved in the open doorway. Anya rolled her eyes to look, and hope filled her mind, as the darkness took her.

***

Sebastian leapt across the room. He knocked Latham to the floor and stared down at the woman on the steel table. Her eyes were closed. He could see no sign of life. He laid his hand on her throat and felt not the slightest flicker, though her skin was still warm.

“You’re too late—she’s dead,” the man spoke from the floor.

Sebastian growled low in his throat. “What have you done to her?” A red haze of rage covered his eyes, fury surged through his body, and his wolf rose within him. He dropped to his knees and grabbed the man around the throat, shaking him. “What have you done?”

“Sebastian, leave him.”

Jack’s voice cut through the fog of rage.

“Sebastian! Connor is here. He’ll help her, but we might need Latham alive.”

He looked up to see Connor leaning over Anya’s body. Forcing down his fury, he loosened his grip on Latham’s throat and rose to his feet.

“Can you do anything?”

Connor picked up a bottle from the table beside them and read the label. He nodded. “I think so.” He turned to Jack. “Pass me my bag.”