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answered with only a grunt as he lowered the scalpel to the center of Aric’s chest, just a millimeter south of his sternum. Aric’s instinct was to struggle, try to yank on his bonds, get his hands free and torch them all, but again, absolutelynothing happened. He could only watch as the small blade sliced gradually into his skin, parting the surface like hot butter. There was pressure but no pain, an odd and frightening thing when a maniac had total access to his body and he couldn’t do a damned thing to stop the asshole.
    The pressure increased, the knife digging deeper. So deep he swore the doc was cutting straight to his heart. Maybe he was. Apparently satisfied with this cut, the doc removed the now-bloodied knife, laid it on a nearby tray and held out his hand for a new instrument. A large pair of what Aric thought of as oversized tweezers were slapped into Bowman’s palm and he pried apart the sliced flesh, inserting the points. A strange tugging sensation in his chest, now accompanied by some pain, took his breath away.
    Bowman lifted the tweezers. Aric’s eyes widened to see a piece of his own tissue dangling from the instrument. If he’d been capable, he would’ve gotten violently sick. As it was, the procedure was repeated twice more while Aric tried desperately to think of anything but what they were doing to him. The medication didn’t prevent him from closing his eyes, but he couldn’t stop watching.
    The last sample of flesh was handed to an assistant. “Log in and test the heart tissue samples from test subject five fifty-two. I want to know if his DNA and gene strands are compatible to merge with human subject two twenty-nine.”
    “Yes, doctor.” The assistant disappeared.
    And something chilling occurred to Aric—the fact that Bowman hadn’t bothered to put him to sleep, was openly discussing the procedure when he and hisbosses
knew
that Alpha Pack was onto them, meant that Aric wasn’t supposed to survive.
    When they were done using his body, they
would
kill him.
    Bowman continued, moving down to stand next to Aric’s spread legs. “Now obtaining semen sample from five fifty-two.”
    The scalpel was handed back to Bowman, and Aric’s brain reeled in horror as the doctor’s latex-covered hand lifted his testicles. Only when the knife descended did he realize that the numbing agent must be wearing off.
Fucking bastards!
    The pain was extraordinary, both bone-cold and white-hot, like nothing he’d ever felt. Not even when he’d been attacked and turned into a wolf. In spite of the paralyzing medication, his back arched off the table.
    And the red wolf howled again and again, but only in his mind.
    “Hello! Can I help you?”
    Rowan turned to the speaker with a half-formed reply in the affirmative… which promptly died on her lips. Standing right in front of her was a tall, lithe, impossibly gorgeous man dressed in skinny jeans and a snug navy T-shirt.
    And, yeah. The guy had long, flowing sapphire blue hair she would’ve thought had been colored by Miss Clairol—if it weren’t for the matching wings.
    “Well, fuck me sideways,” she blurted.
    Golden eyes sparkled with humor. “An interesting idea. May I at least have your name first?”
    That surprised a laugh from her, and she held out her hand. “Rowan Chase, LAPD. You?”
    The man, or whatever, took her hand but instead of giving it a firm shake, turned it over and placed a kiss on her palm. “Some call me Blue, but my real name is Sariel, and I’m a former prince of the Seelie court. Now I’m an assistant in Block R, where I help Kira Locke oversee the rehabilitation of displaced and injured otherworldly creatures.”
    Her skin tingled where his lips had touched and she slowly withdrew her hand, blinking at him. O-kay. “Seelie? What the heck is that?”
    “I’m Fae,” he said proudly. “Or faery if you prefer.”
    She eyed him from his glorious head to his feet, which sported a snazzy pair of Doc Martens. While the