Deceiving the Protector by Dee Tenorio

Author:Dee Tenorio
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Carina Press
Published: 2011-09-03T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Despite taking precious time to search for the notebooks, all of them still safely inside the pocket of his rucksack, Lia found enough of the first-aid kit to put together a patch over his wound and—miracle of miracles—an only slightly bent hypodermic with a single-use dose of hydromorphone, for emergencies. Because of shifter metabolism, the drug wouldn’t stay in his system long, but it helped him get the few miles left to the safe house, a small farm on the edge of Amish country. He had to hope it would slow down the healing sleep long enough for him to get to some help.

Betha was supposed to have cleared out the house of any other travelers, but he fully expected her to have left a few guards. They’d have supplies there, a car. Hell, maybe even a driver. This walking shit was on his last nerve.

“How much pull does Asher have with this facility of yours? What kind of backup does he have access to?” He hated that he was breathless. The pain might be dulled, but his body was trying to slow down, to repair damage with the energy he had no choice but to use. They had less than a quarter mile left, the farmhouse visible from the dirt road they were traveling.

Worse, he hated that he needed her beneath his arm, helping to hold him up. Just because she was strong didn’t mean he couldn’t feel her bones poking into him. When they got out of this, he was going to spend every dollar he’d earned over the years just making sure she was plump and healthy for the rest of her life.

“He never really needs anything other than a cleanup crew when he’s done with the bodies.” She was breathless too. Winded from carrying his ass, damn it. “He’s not under the facility. He’s with the Shifter Control Task Force.”

He looked down at her shining hair. “What in the hell is that?”

She glanced up, startled. “It’s…what they call their death squads. They’re a subsection of the National Guard.”

So, the death squads were a federal military arm. He wasn’t even sure why he was surprised. He’d just never given it much thought. It wasn’t as if anyone ever stopped to have a conversation with the bastards, and there was no designation for them in any bills passed or in state legislation. He’d checked, researching on the side while he lived his fake life in the city.

That all seemed so far from here. The defense attorney he’d fashioned himself into most days was little more than a character, one who wore sleek power suits and commanded the media spotlight as effortlessly as he twined juries around his little finger. No one suspected a shifter hid behind those suits, which was exactly the way he needed it so he could do the work that mattered most, protecting Resurrection and all those who sought it. His secretary, a militantly organized little fox shifter, was a master at rearranging his schedule at a moment’s notice and protecting the illusion they’d built.

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