well had gone out of it with the death of Tyler, though. He had been everything to her; maybe, she thought, it was time to hang up her guns. And just as that thought entered her mind, she pushed it away. She couldn’t quit, not right now, maybe not ever.
Tyler Dunn hadn’t really been her brother. They had been closer than that, if possible. They had met in the lab at Co-Tech Industries. They had both been lab experiments. He had been born a wolf and sold to the company when he was still a cub; he’d been about eight weeks old. Then his parents, for whatever reason, had just never returned.
The techs had thought to change him into the perfect killing machine by injecting steroids and other nasty chemicals into him. But they hadn’t counted on him being soft hearted. Without the drive or natural inclination to kill, his size and abilities aside, he would be useless to them.
Bailey had been six years old then to his eight. She had heard that they were going to
“dispose” of her friend for noncompliance and she’d stepped in to save him. She found him drugged and tied up in a cell. They had all escaped. She had been there since conception, being a creation from a test tube, so knowing just how to get out was easy for her. She too had been set up for termination, her flaw of mortality rendering her useless as a candidate for the elite killing squad.
Griff, a Cynogriffon, had been in the cell between hers and Tyler’s, and he had pledged his immortal life to her if she took him with them. They did, taking the man to Tyler’s left as well.
Charlie, another creation like her, had been shot as they were making their way across the compound. He took a bullet intended for her.
Griff had been a donor, a sperm donor to their test tube creations. He had also been their best trainer when they needed a sparring partner to their soldiers. Griff was a beautiful and fierce creature, and being an immortal, a perfect candidate for what they needed. They used him for his abilities that he could pass on through his sperm, which made him invaluable to them.
They had lived by their wits and abilities, nearly starving to death the first year. Bailey would devise a plan and Tyler would figure out the logistics of it and Griff would protect them from afar with his powerful magic. They rarely got caught, and when they did, Bailey would
“shadow” them out. Her powers got stronger as she got older. It wasn’t until she was eleven or twelve that she figured out she was able to shift, to change into whatever she wanted. Her shifting and Tyler’s seven-foot, eight-inch bulky frame had helped them get their first job accomplished. A vampire gone rogue was not an easy kill.
When Bailey finally boarded the plane to Rome some forty minutes later, she found herself seated next to a chatty woman and her young son. The boy was annoying, as was the woman with her constant yelling at Paul. Within an hour of taking off, Bailey put them both into a deep sleep. Bailey herself slept well for the first time in days.
~CHAPTER FIVE~
Tristan hung up the phone and started breathing deep, in and out, in and out. He’d never been so angry in his entire life. She had actually knocked his mother out. Of course, Mom thought it was funny and intriguing to say the least. One minute she was telling her what was what, and the next, poof, waking up several hours later. He wondered how she would feel about the young lady if she knew he refused to mate with her. By the time she woke again, the girl had left, taking her clothes and leaving the passports behind with a note.
‘Thanks for your lovely hospitality; I have never enjoyed a more friendly stay in my life. I won’t need these anymore as they’ve been compromised. Have a nice life.’
And no signature, not even initials. Damn her.
Tristan closed his eyes and reached for her. He had given her his blood, quite a bit, as a matter of fact, so finding her shouldn’t be a problem. He frowned; she was