Bound To Moonlight (Sisters Of The Moon #2)

Of course, that didn’t mean he couldn’t also be a mercenary, or that he hadn’t been responsible for the death of her sister—hadn’t blown up the Facility where her sister lived. But what if it had all been lies?

She rolled onto her back and rubbed a hand across her temple trying to ease the throbbing in her head. It should be getting better, but she suspected that more than the bang on the head affected her. The muscles of her arms and legs ached and each breath caught in her lungs. Worry nagged at her mind; she had no notion how long she had before the symptoms overwhelmed her. She needed her medication.

Closing her eyes, she tried to come up with a plan. Sebastian wanted his people back. She didn’t even know if they still lived, and she wouldn’t give him the Agency’s location, not until she was sure who the bad guys were.

He needed the information, and Anya had no doubt he would follow through with his threats. The dull ache in her head flared into pain. It was obvious that to Sebastian Quinn, she was nothing more than a means to an end. Why did that thought have the power to hurt her?

Maybe the best she could hope for, was to die from her illness before he got round to torturing her.

***

The ringing of the phone brought Sebastian out of his light doze. It rang again and he picked it up.

“It’s Tasha,” the woman on the other side said. “What’s happened to Jonas?”

Sebastian could hear the distress in her voice, and he pressed his fingertips against his eyes, trying to clear his mind. “How do you know about Jonas?”

“He’s dead, isn’t he?”

Shock tore through him. “Dead?”

“You didn’t know?”

He remained silent for a minute, thinking it through. Tasha was telepathic, and through her ties with the pack she could feel the other pack members, sense their emotions, if they were stressed, afraid—dead.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“I felt him last night—such pain—then nothing. What’s going on, Sebastian?”

“They took him a week ago. He was the first, then Travis and Maria.”

“I haven’t felt them. I think they must be alive. Who took them?”

“We don’t know, but we captured a sniper in the woods last night. We’re hoping she can tell us something.”

“You want me back?”

He thought about it. If his little sniper came from where he suspected, then she’d be shielded, and Tasha would be able to tell them nothing. On the other hand, if she wasn’t shielded, Tasha could extract the information with ease and without the need to hurt Anya.

“Come back,” he said.

“Okay, we’ll be with you by tomorrow night.”

Sebastian wanted them back as soon as possible, but Jack was a vampire; it would be dangerous for him to travel during the day. “Don’t take any risks,” he said.

“We won’t.”

“Let me know if you feel anything from Travis or Maria.”

He put the phone down and stared into the darkness. He hoped tomorrow night would be soon enough, but if more of his people died because he was too squeamish to torture an assassin, he would never forgive himself.

He considered again handing her over to someone who would be more than willing to do what was necessary to get the information, but he couldn’t do it. His whole being rejected the idea of anyone harming her. Hell, the idea of anyone even touching her.

Anyone but him.

She was his.

The thought brought him up short. Over fifty years ago, he’d killed the old alpha and taken on the role of leader, and in all that time, he’d never put an outsider before his pack. He couldn’t believe he was even thinking about it now. Why did she affect him so strongly?

He glanced up as Riley entered the room. He came to stand in front of Sebastian.

“The prisoner—she’s ill—there’s something wrong with her.”

Sebastian frowned. “What?”

“How the hell should I know? You told me not to go in there.”

“So how do you know she’s ill?”

“Looks like she’s got a fever. The room’s cool, but she’s sweating, and she seems to be unconscious.”

“Could she be faking it?”

“I don’t know. I’m not a doctor.”

Riley’s tone was terse, and Sebastian’s eyes narrowed on him. “Do you want to tell me what’s got you all pissed off?”

“Yeah, I do. That woman tried to kill you last night and she may know the whereabouts of Maria and the others. Why the hell aren’t we making her talk?” He ran a hand through his short hair. “Look, I understand. She’s a woman and you don’t want to do it. Hell, I don’t want to do it, but I will if you can’t. The pack has to come first.”

“Jonas is dead.”

Riley closed his eyes, and Sebastian gave him a moment to compose himself. Riley and Jonas had been close. When he opened his eyes, they were dark with pain. “Are you sure?”

Sebastian nodded. “Tasha felt it.”

“What about the others?”

“Still alive.”

“For now.” Riley’s expression hardened. “We need to make that woman talk.”