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“Yeah,” Brock agreed. “Thanks to Jenna. She took out both Minions, then saved my bacon from going crispy, as well.”

“No shit?” Some of the edge left Chase’s hard blue gaze as he looked at her. “Not bad for a human. I’m impressed.”

She shrugged off the compliment. “I should have known something wasn’t right with the agent I met with. I did know, actually. I had a certain … sense, I guess you could say. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but all through the meeting I kept thinking something was odd about him.”

“What do you mean?” Gideon asked.

She frowned, considering. “I don’t know exactly. It was just something instinctual. His eyes made me uncomfortable, and I kept getting a weird feeling that he wasn’t quite … normal.”

“You knew he wasn’t quite human,” Brock suggested, as surprised as the rest of the warriors to hear her admission. “You sensed he was a Minion?”

“I suppose I did.” She nodded. “But I didn’t know to call him that at the time. All I knew was he made my skin crawl the longer I was near him.”

Brock didn’t miss the silent glance that passed between Gideon and Lucan.

Neither did Jenna. “What is it? Tell me why you’re so quiet all of a sudden.”

“Human beings don’t have the ability to detect Minions,” Brock answered. “Homo sapiens senses aren’t acute enough to pick up on the difference between a mortal and someone whose will belongs to a Breed master.”

She arched her brows. “You think this is also related to the implant, don’t you? The alien gift that keeps on giving.” She huffed out a sharp laugh. “Just how crazy have I become, that this can all just seem par for the course now?”

Brock narrowly resisted the urge to wrap his arm around her. Instead he turned a serious look on Gideon. “Have you found anything more in the blood work results?”

“Nothing significant beyond the anomalies we’ve already discovered. But I would like to run a few more samples, as well as conduct another stress test and further strength and endurance measurements.”

Jenna nodded in agreement. “Whenever you’re ready, I’m in. Since it appears there’s no way to get rid of the damned thing, I guess I’d better start trying to understand it.”

“The tests are going to have to wait a while,” Lucan interjected. “I want everyone gathered in the tech lab in ten minutes. A lot of shit went down today, and I need to make sure we’re all up to speed before our Darkhaven guests arrive.”

The Order’s leader slid an approving look toward Jenna, then Brock. “Glad to have you back in one piece. Both of you.”

Jenna murmured her thanks, but her expression was pinched with disappointment. “Unfortunately, since the meeting was a setup, we didn’t come away with any information on TerraGlobal.”

Lucan grunted. “Maybe not, but finding out that Dragos has Minions embedded in human government could prove to be even more valuable to us in the long run. It’s sure as hell not good news, but it’s something we needed to be aware of.”

“He’s stepping things up big-time,” Gideon added. “Between this discovery today and now the kidnapping of Lazaro Archer’s grandson, it’s pretty clear that Dragos isn’t about to give up.”

“And nothing is beneath him,” Brock remarked, grave with the possibilities. “That makes him more dangerous than ever. We’d better be prepared for the worst when it comes to this bastard.”

Lucan nodded, his gaze sober, reflective. “For now, we’ll take it one crisis at a time. Chase, come with me. I want you to ride shotgun with Tegan when he goes topside to collect the Archers. Everyone else, tech lab in ten.”

Lazaro Archer was rumored to be close to a thousand years old, but like any other Breed male, outwardly the jet-haired Gen One looked to be no more than thirty. The lines around his stern mouth and the shadows under his dark blue eyes, although pronounced, were just evidence of his distress over the abduction of his young grandson. Those shrewd but weary eyes scanned the faces of everyone who was gathered in the tech lab—the warriors and their mates, and Jenna at Brock’s side, as well—all of them watching and waiting as Lucan