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Once such individuals were identified, it wasn’t unheard of for Breeds to descend upon them with the full fury of years of torture, blood and death Very discreetly, of course

“Very good, Scott,” Gideonwith the very profitable find

It was his best haul Scott Connelly had been a bit iven for his participating in the Breed research at Brandenmore Research

Too bad He was losing this little stash of it tonight But then, dead men had no need for wealth, and if Gideon’s research was correct, then the wife’s family would protect her and her children from destitution

Dropping the bag to a chair next to his victim, Gideon crouched down beside him once more and picked the scalpel back up

“You promised,” Scott suddenly sobbed “You promised not to hurt me”

“No, I said I would be merciful,” Gideon reminded him patiently “But we’re not finished yet There are a few other things I need before I can be on my way”

Scott would die, of that there was no doubt There was no way Gideon’s conscience would allow him to let the bastard live, to continue on with his life unpunished for the criainst every law nature possessed

“Honor Christine Roberts,” he said the na Scott’s eyes the entire time “How can I find her?”

Scott had been her main caretaker while she had been at the research center He ha

d recorded the effects of the serum pumped into her He had watched over her after her release to her father, a United States Arned with the Council, and it had been Scott who had led the search for her after she had run aelve years before

She hadn’t been his favorite, but she had been his most important subject The only one he’d known the Council would never risk killing

Scott’s gaze flickered and the scent of fear thickened There was ely, there was also the scent of—affection? Scott Connelly had felt so he had evidently told no one else if the scent was anything to go by But evenGideon was certain of that now

Gideon grinned at it “What do you know, Scott? Tell o away as silently as I arrived”

Gideon ran the scalpel along the otherthe thin trail of blood as it oozed from the deep scratch and heralded a pained cry fro to me I can smell it And it would just piss ain”