they hidden something from her?
Though he spoke calmly and rationally, frustration leaked between each word. âWe believe the Wizard was experimenting first on the women and then to see how the men would react. Maybe find another way to use the drug. The women had twice the amount of Blossom Flower that you did per the lab report Doc received. We think the Wizard became careless, not warning his people that too much would kill them. While the men were large and the amounts affected them differently, they continued to have problems controlling their basic urges for several weeks.â Sadness pulled at his face. She knew he never believed in harming someone weaker. Heâd taken punishment from their master without complaint to protect her.
âDid they get better?â
From what the doctor had said, the drug was still in her system, and who knew when another attackâflashback, as he called itâwould happen. All operatives working for The Circle should be in total control of their basic urges. She hated to think she would go months being aroused and seeking help with little hope of assuaging the cravings. Would she attack the nearest male when it happened? Like the men had the woman?
The way Ryker avoided her eyes, she knew. They didnât have an opportunity to get better. The Circle couldnât take a chance of their operatives being placed in prison and leaking information about a large, secretive mercenary organization inside a mountain in Tennessee. Even if the government possessed some knowledge of The Circle, they didnât know the whole extent. So the operatives had been eliminated. All loose ends tied up.
âWhat are you going to do about me?â
His eyebrows lifted. Was he so surprised by her question? Maybe that was a good thing. Maybe the thought of eliminating her never crossed his mind.
âAs soon as Doc gives the signal, youâre going back to IS.â
âNo. Iâm an adult now. Whatever you believe, understand this. Iâm not going back. There has to be more I can do, and entering data into the computer system isnât it. I want to help find the person responsible for making and distributing this drug. For killing those women. Those men didnât deserve what they got either. You got rid of one mad man and I want to help rid the world of another one.â She wanted him to understand how important this was to her. And how could he expect her to pretend what happened to her and between them never . . . well, happened?
âLet me handle this.â He scowled. Before, whenever sheâd seen that look, sheâd backed down. Not this time.
Almost nose to nose, she glared at him. âYou can tell me to work in the IS department all you want, but Iâm determined to find the little SOB who did this. Iâll do it too. So if you want me to stay safe, youâll help me.â
She may be crazy but she wasnât stupid. Her skills didnât include tracking down and apprehending criminals. His did. He was better than good. Few people in the world outmatched Arthur Ryker in the skills needed for his job. When a person had been trained since childhood on ways to kill and maim . . . a chill skittered down her back. He never took orders from anyone but Master and even then heâd taken those grudgingly.
His shoulders slumped and he shook his head. âThe first time you donât follow my directions, youâll find yourself chained to a desk in the basement. Do you understand me?â He spoke between gritted teeth. A sure sign sheâd pushed him as far as she could.
âHey, youâre the expert. I wonât have a problem doing as you say, but I have some conditions.â She straightened her shoulders. Her pride held her gaze to his. No way would she allow another person to bully her, including Ryker.
âConditions?â He sat back in his chair and his gaze narrowed.
Too late, she remembered how their