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.”He cocked a pale brow.She couldn’t read his expression, but she knew it wasn’t surprise.“One can’t have everything, Dr.Mahoney.You couldn’t have been so naive as to believe the Triumvirate would give both you and your research up.There was an unexpected substitute willing to do what you would not.”Brit crossed her arms over her chest.“Let me make an educated guess, Mr.Carrick.The gene became unstable and your substitute”—she sneered the word—“cannot find a means to stabilize the mutation.Is that why you sent Katya Schaffer into Incog? You knew I would recognize my own research, be compelled to save her?”Katya was mated to one of the agents at Incog—a Drachon, who was very protective of his pregnant mate.Incog found Katya in a Triumvirate lab, and she’d been the subject of a long process of genetic manipulation.In fact, most of her life had been one continuous experiment, one Brit had developed—no, theorized—while working in the Triumvirate labs.The attempt to infect Katya with the blood-magic gene had been successful but unstable.The gene had mutated, and her body was rejecting it.It was killing her.“The Triumvirate thought it would play God once again, but this time it’s not working, it’s killing.An innocent woman is dying, Mr.Carrick.” Brit reached into her pocket and pulled out a black-and-white image she’d printed from the security system—one of Katya smiling over her shoulder at Raife, her mate.Brit threw it onto the immaculate crease in his suit pants.“If I don’t get their data and find out what they did wrong, that woman, her mate, and their unborn child will die.”Something flickered across Irial’s face as he lowered his glacier-blue gaze to the image.Was there a softening in those flinty eyes? Something very human moved through their depths as he picked up the paper.It was gone as quickly as it had come, replaced by a strange expression.She didn’t know if it was the miniscule lowering of his eyelids or the tic of a muscle in his cheek, but the angles of his face appeared lethal.Whatever the hell had just happened, she would bet he didn’t know about the effects of the human trials, which could mean the Triumvirate didn’t either.She pressed, hoping Irial Carrick had more humanity than she had initially credited him with.“I might be able to save them, but only if I can get that data and return to Incog.Without me, they will certainly die.This was my research.Only I can fix it, but I need that data.Whatever your original intentions were, Ms.Schaffer’s appearance in my lab couldn’t have been just a coincidence.”“No,” he finally responded, his cold gaze lifting to meet hers, “her appearance was no coincidence.However, Ms.Schaffer was not part of the Triumvirate’s plan to bring you back to the fold.It appears her presence merely accelerated it.You see, we were positive you would contact us; we just hadn’t expected it so soon.” He set the printed image down gently next to him and picked up a manila envelope from the seat on the opposite side.He tapped it on his knee as he stared at her.“No, I’m sorry to say this was the lure they hoped to snare you with.”Brit stared at the thick envelope in his hand.A dark premonition settled over her flesh like diving into the chill waters of the Bay, and she shrugged away a shiver.Her fingers shook as she took the envelope.With a frown, Brit peeled back the flap and eased the papers from the creamy envelope.It was a medical file.Dread was thick and suffocating, a murky sludge that flowed up into her stomach and lungs as she began to read through the information.It couldn’t be.It wasn’t possible.This was just an attempt to manipulate her again.If they hadn’t sent Katya to lure her out and they knew the trials were unsuccessful, they would be desperate to have her finish the research.That was all this was—an act of desperation.She’d seen Meghann die, felt the life drain from her.Brit shook her head and thrust the papers back at Irial without looking further than the first few sheets.“I’m afraid I’m not as naive as I once was.Meghann is dead
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