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“On Cassie?” She frowned, fear starting to shadow her eyes as she pulled her gown and robe closed “Why? What does it mean? It’s just a mark We asked the doctor about it”

And of course, Martaine would have lied to the doting mother It was an experiment A secretly conducted experiment One Martaine had obviously told no one about except the father He would have needed Dane’s help Soerous experiment

“Show it toher fro beside the sleeping child

“Dash, stop, you’ll wake her,” she whispered

He ignored her, gently lifting the s her shoulder It was there A dark shadow just under the skin A geneticof the Wolf Breeds Had she been raised in the labs, she would have been branded, or tattooed, according to the lab in question, to hide themother and a bastard father

Dash bent close, drawing in the scent of her skin and shaking with the knowledge his brain was finally accepting It was faint, a bit darker than he reenetics were obviously recessed much as his were or he would have detected the scent of a Breed sooner But it was there She was a Wolf Breed child But whose?

What had they done? Dash knew Martaine well He re results, deciding who lived and who died Dash had been picked to die He was the runt of the litter and still smaller, weaker, than the other Breeds of that pack Martaine had been young then, not even in his thirties A cold, brutal bastard

Dash was breathing harshly, perspiration dotting his forehead as he fought the rage building inside hi the experienetic eneral population?

He eased the strap back, glancing at Elizabeth’s tight, furious expression as he stalked from the room

“God damn them” He had no sooner cleared his bedroo his fist into the wall Plaster cracked A solid two by four split Dash felt it as the sound echoed around him

He are of Elizabeth ju back as she entered the roo at hiainst the wall, rolling it on the cool plaster as he fought to think

“Was she naked when you took her frorowl

“No” Her voice was faint Thin “She earing her panties But her nightgown had been ripped off her Dash, what’s going on?”

Grange would have deiven it to him Files, of course He had to have had files of the experiment in case they were needed And the mark A mark that could be validated

“I should have known,” he ht, he had known but had just refused to admit to it The idea of it had been too extreme, too far-fetched to consider How the hell had it happened? Martaine must have lost his mind “God damn I should have known No wonder he wanted her” A short, bitter laugh escaped hiold mine”