“Your Cat is in the guesthouse and settling in, according to Khi.” Lobo Reever stepped into the large cavern accessed by the steps leading from the estate house above and paused as Graeme lifted his head and stared back at him over the top of the computer monitor he’d been staring at. The Wolf Breed appeared just as supremely confident and detached as ever, but Graeme knew the fa?ade for what it was now. Lobo Reever was anything but detached. Supremely confident, most certainly, that was a Breed trait if nothing else was. Excessively arrogant, he had that in spades, but once again, that too was a Breed trait. Hidden beneath the layers of carefully honed Breed instincts and strength was a storm brewing closer to the surface by the day though.
As for his stepdaughter, Khi, she was a catalyst that could end up destroying both Reever brothers. For now though, she was controlling her anger. Partially because Graeme kept her distracted by allowing her to participate in some of his less complicated little games. She seemed to enjoy them a little too much, but at least this way she had something to keep her far-too-quick little mind busy.
At the moment, the Reever family’s eccentricities were the least of his worries. One little cat’s safety and realizations were pretty much consuming his time.
“Martinez made contact with a high-level member of the Senate Breed Appropriations Committee several days ago,” he informed Lobo. “I finally cracked the encryption on the number he was using and managed to identify his contact. I’d like to send one of your men to shadow him.”
Lobo’s brow lifted slowly. “A senator?” the Wolf Breed wasn’t surprised, merely interested in the information.
Graeme nodded shortly. “His name hasn’t been mentioned in relation to the Council, nor has he or his family been associated with any of the suspected members of the remaining organization. Until this, he was above suspicion. Within hours after the call several suspected Council commanders began moving though and rumors of an escaped experiment began filtering through targeted lines of communication. Martinez has revealed her identity.”
The bastard would die. Graeme couldn’t strike just yet, not while Martinez was being watched so closely by the Bureau of Breed Affairs enforcers, but they had to blink eventually. When they did, the bastard would pay for his betrayal.
“Send Rush.” Lobo nodded “He’s good in the shadows. Send Rath along as well, for backup. They work well together in these situations.”
“That was my thought as well,” Graeme assured him as he shut down the program he was working on and rose from his chair. “I’ll notify them immediately so they can head out.”
He was aware of Lobo watching him closely, the intense, dark green of his gaze somber and hinting at questions Graeme knew he was in no mood to answer.
“Do you know what you’re doing, Graeme?” Lobo asked quietly then. “She could end up hating you.”
No, she wouldn’t hate him. Kill him, perhaps, rage for years most likely, but it wasn’t possible for Cat to hate him. She was too much a part of him, just as he was too much a part of her. That didn’t mean he didn’t have doubts. Doubts the Wolf Breed didn’t need to know about.
“Do you know what you’re doing?” Graeme asked him rather than answering the question. The game the other Breed was involved in at the moment was every bit as complicated and dangerous as the one Graeme was in.
“Hell no,” Lobo muttered almost immediately. “I don’t have a clue at the moment what I’m doing, or how it’s going to end. All I know is that I seem to be committed to it.”
Graeme’s lips quirked at the truth of that statement. “I’ll give Cat a night or two to settle in before going to her. She needs the rest.” And that was true enough. According to Cullen and Terran Martinez, Cat often paced the floors at night, if she didn’t outright slip from Terran’s house to wander the desert.
Graeme had tried to follow her several times, both furious and proud as hell each time she managed to lose him. He wouldn’t allow her to continue to do so, but still, he was damned proud of her. And he was curious. Where did she go when she disappeared into the desert?
“I wish you luck,” Lobo drawled. “I have a feeling that allowing her to catch up on her rest may not bode well for you though.”
“No doubt.” A rueful grin tugged at his lips at the observation. “I have to say though, I believe I’m looking forward to it.”