blood will be on your hands.” Malachai shot off the words to Ian’s back.
Ian stopped, his shoulders squared. He didn’t turn around. “No matter what you think you know, the drugs have obviously addled your brain, human. Colin is a Blaidd and we do not die easily. If you chose to try, no doubt the grim reaper will have no problem finding you and you will never see it coming.” He continued out the room.
Malachai sighed. Ian was becoming as much of a problem as his son. When Tom returned he needed to find out how the girls were doing. The test-tube babies were proving to be the better experiment. Using shifter women as surrogates, Tom’s team crossed human eggs and sperm with genes extracted and spliced by Robbie. Marree and Seri were the result of genetic ingenuity and his girls were beautiful.
He planned to raise them as his daughters. Sadly, Marree wasn’t exhibiting any shifter tendencies while Seri had an aggressive streak that would make any animal proud. The wolf gene was apparently the stronger link. They would have to scrap the reptile DNA and, if necessary, destroy Marree, daughter or not. He couldn’t have one of his failures escape, or worse fall into the wrong hands.
Robbie apparently took an instant liking to the children as he expected. She created the gene-splicing technique he used. Too bad he hadn’t been able to implant them in her but that would have drawn way too much attention to him and his farce that Code Name Shadow Clan was a military program. Her developing an affinity for the little ones was a good thing he could use to his advantage. It was one more way to tie her to him. With her soft heart, he knew she would find it hard to leave his girls.
He scooted up in the bed and a wave of dizziness engulfed him. Malachai reached for the phone and dialed nine. The rotary phone’s clear plastic disc did one rotation and the deep rings chimed through the line.
Tom answered with a touch of hesitation. “Yes.”
“I’m alone. What the hell is wrong with me?” Frustration at be bed bound made his tone hard.
“I don’t have many answers for you yet. My best guess is that your body is rejecting the serum. Tests are still running.” Tom came across as distracted. His answers were stilted.
“Focus on what I am saying. I want answers by dinner, do you understand me?” Malachai grunted.
“I need more time, at least twenty-four hours to get the results back. This is science dammit, not stock-car racing.” Tom became quiet.
Was his scientist losing it? “I want answers and you have no more than the time requested.” He held the handset closer to his mouth. “Did you hear me?”
“Yes…yes. I should have some information by then.” Tom’s voice grew distant as if he was moving away from the mouthpiece. “I must go. Seri is shifting.”
* * * *
Leaving Robbie that morning was one the hardest things he’d had to do in a long time. Colin rolled his shoulders and slipped the manual transmission into fourth gear. His car sped down Main Street. After he’d left, Robbie, he’d gone to his office and pulled the duplicate set of books that he kept there out. In the early morning, quiet with no distractions, he was able to concentrate. Contracts he’d located in his father’s office didn’t match the documents he’d been given by the pack accountant. The books were seven shades of fucked-up. Once he figured out the anomalies, the logical next step was to confront his father. It was time to tame the monsters that were creating havoc within his clan.
First he would have a long talk with Ian, and then he would move onto Reana. If he wanted to leave with Robbie, there were a lot of loose ends to tie up. He parked behind the main house to use the kitchen entrance. Fatigue drained his energy; he had so many balls in the air if he wasn’t careful everything could come crashing down around his head. He exited the car and slammed the door behind him. Rolling his head on his neck, he