Danger That Is Damion by Lisa Renee Jones Read Free Book Online Page B

head he heard Kid Rock shouting the lyrics of “American Warrior” from his tribute song to the soldiers, but he was thinking “American Fool” might suit him better. A fool for a woman.
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    Lara followed Damion toward the back of the facility, passing a tech center that would rival anything Serenity had and then some, on the way to what she assumed was a bathroom. His name repeated in her mind, and she stopped walking, flustered that she’d thought of him as “Damion.” Don’t give a GTECH a name. He doesn’t deserve a name —a warning that had her gaze lingering, not where it should be, on the rows of monitors on the wall that might hold clues to escape, but on the man—the way his T-shirt stretched across impressively broad shoulders, and how his jeans hugged a hard, firm backside. She shook her head, a mistake she paid for when stars exploded in front of her eyes and set her to swaying.
    A gentle hand settled on her arm. “You okay?”
    She blinked to find Damion—dang it, the GTECH —standing in front of her again, towering over her and oozing a dominant masculine presence, lethal and sensual. He was too close, too big and bad and hot. Unbidden, an image of the two of them naked, entwined in bed, overcame her. She blinked it away and found herself looking into Damion’s light hazel eyes, softening at the genuine concern she read in them. She caught herself swaying again, but this time toward him.
    Frustrated, she stilled the sway and balled her fists by her sides, telling herself this feeling, this connection she felt to this GTECH, was a spell, some of his GTECH voodoo. “Don’t worry,” she said. “I’m not going to pass out before you can grill me for information.”
    “Good to know,” he said, his lips lifting slightly. “Maybe I’ll even find out what your name is before the night is out.” He motioned her forward with a wave of his hand. “Ladies first.”
    She shook her head. “I’m no lady, remember? I’m a GTECH. You go first.”
    “Together then,” he said, reaching for her hand and sending heat darting up her arm. “This way I keep you from falling.”
    They were in motion before she could object, and he didn’t let her go until he set her down on a footstool in the center of a large dressing area, complete with a shower, vanity, and walk-in closet.
    “You’ll find everything you could possibly need here,” he said. “Clothes that should fit, and whatever cosmetics you might want. Several of our high-ranking Renegades have Lifebonds who frequently travel with them, and they keep the place well stocked. Many of our medical and research team are female as well, so we want them to be comfortable if they should be here.”
    “You have females involved in your operation?” she asked in surprised. “As in—not in sex camps?”
    He leaned against the vanity. “I keep trying to tell you the Renegades are nothing like the Zodius. We’ve saved a large population of people and their families who were targeted by Adam for their skills or simply their bodies, and offered them safety and shelter.” He crossed his arms in front of a truly stellar chest, and she tried not to notice his powerful forearms, or the light brown hair dusting them. “Everyone in Sunrise City, humans and GTECHs alike, share a goal—to stop Adam before he’s unstoppable. And I know you find this hard to believe, but we try to make everyone’s lives in Sunrise City as normal as possible. We have a school for the kids. There’s no crime, no bills to pay, no need or want not provided for these individuals and families.”
    Families they had kept together, rather than killed, as hers had been—it sounded too good to be true. Images of her past twisted her into knots, images of her own family being killed at the hands of GTECHs. She remembered her father’s new friend, who’d come to the house, and remembered arriving for a dinner just in time to watch him and a group of men slaughter her family.