He followed her progress until she disappeared, and then caught the surprised look Ana sent him.
“What?” he barked.
She opened her mouth to speak, but closed it without uttering a word. Moving past him, Ana headed toward the office at the other end of the house. “I hope she doesn’t wander away again, considering the dangerous creatures that lurk about these woods,” she said, her voice softening as she added, “I’m fresh out of extra shirts.”
Jaxon scowled darkly but by then he was alone. His body hummed with tension and he wanted nothing more then to become a jaguar and run it off. He swung around, gazing out at the vast stretch of darkness longingly.
Sighing tiredly, he turned and followed Ana’s footsteps. He was hoping they’d each have the answers they were looking for.
He reached the office to find Ana and Declan crouched together in front of the lone computer they’d been left to work with. Everything else had been destroyed in the blast.
Ana looked upset when her eyes finally turned to him.
“This is bad, Jaxon. I don’t know what to make of it. The intel you received can be traced directly back to Drake’s office. A secure channel was used, one that would need the highest security clearance to even gain access.”
Her long hair fell over her eyes, and she pushed it back impatiently. “There are probably only a handful of people with that kind of clearance.”
“Hey, you’re sharing space with one of them.”
Ana looked at Declan in disbelief, “You have level five security clearance? Since when?”
“Since Borneo.”
“Borneo, that was over a year ago. You didn’t tell me your situation with Drake had changed.”
“I didn’t know we reported back to each other, Ana. But now that you know, got something to share in return?”
“Enough, guys. You two are not helping me right now. And since I’m the one who was shot at, I need you both to chill. Any ideas on who sent the intel? Do you think Drake’s involved?”
Ana sighed, shaking her head, “I’ve checked, and from what I can tell, he wasn’t in the building when the intel was sent. But we all know that means nothing.”
Declan cut in, “Either way, we need to go to Washington to investigate.”
Ana piped in as well, “I agree, the sooner the better. I’ll leave tonight.”
Jaxon balked at the thought that his boss was somehow linked to an
attempt on his life, but in this business, stranger things had happened.
“Good, then. The both of you will leave tonight, but this has to run under the radar. Right now we don’t know who to trust, and Drake knows the two of you are working with me. You could be walking right into a trap.”
Declan and Ana headed up the stairs, while Jaxon’s thoughts swirled in several different directions.
Who the hell wanted him dead?
But the bigger question remained: what part did Libby have in all of this? Was she being used by a higher power, or was she actively, willingly, involved in a plot to take him out?
He growled at the thought.
He would give her exactly twenty-four hours to regain her memory.
If it didn’t come back by the time Ana and Declan returned, he’d let the sorcerer have at her.
And God help her if she was complicit.
Chapter 12
Screams woke him from a dead sleep. They tore at him, animalistic squeals and sharp moans of terror.