Megans Mark (Breeds 6)

His eyes narrowed the instant she walked in, and heat flooded her face as he raised his head and inhaled quickly.

Son of a bitch. What did they do, go around sniffing every woman in the world like a potential meal? So she was horny. Hadn't they ever smelled a horny woman before? Or was she somehow different?

The ridiculous thought caused her to turn and glare at Braden. He closed the door behind him and stared at the room's other occupant with a faintly questioning look. Evidently, he was just as surprised as she was.

"Jonas. " His voice was cautious as Megan stepped to the side, closer to Lance's desk.

"Braden. " The other man inclined his head slowly, his odd, silver eyes shifting to Megan then to Braden once again.

He was an imposing figure. As tall as Braden; muscular, savage. But this one— Jonas — could easily be a killer. Megan could feel the darkness that surrounded him, the emotions that clashed within him like lightning in the middle of a thunderhead. Rage, dark and barely contained, fought for freedom. But she could also sense honor, pain, regret. The regret was nearly as thick as the rage. All the emotions were subdued though, barely noticeable as an aura of control and determination held them back.

"Is there a problem, Lance?" She looked to her cousin.

"Megan, meet Jonas Wyatt. You saw him the night the Coyotes were picked up at your house," Lance reminded her with a cold edge to his voice.

Megan nodded.

"What's going on?'Braden didn't seem inclined to beat around the bush. He moved in front of her, facing Jonas.

She moved to go around him, only to raise her brows as he shifted in front of her, blocking her once again.

Jonas's irritable growl as she pushed Braden out of the way had her eyes narrowing on him.

"Lance?' She turned to her cousin, growing tired of the disapproving frown Jonas Wyatt had leveled on her.

"Ask him. " He waved his hand toward the Breed. "He called the meeting with a demand for secrecy. I just live to serve. "

Megan winced. Evidently he had received an order from very high up to serve, otherwise he wouldn't be nearly as pissed.

Jonas flicked Lance a cool look. "I do apologize, Mr. Jacobs. The need for secrecy was high. The report I received from Braden concerning the printout found in that cavern was disturbing. The information corning in from other sources even more so. I needed to assess the situation myself. "

"What was wrong with meeting at the house?" Braden was too close. He stayed on her ass, hovering over her like a dark shadow.

"The printout is being investigated," Lance snapped. "I will find out who accessed and printed it. It's just a matter of time. "

"What's taking so long?" She shook her head in confusion. "The computers automatically log those passwords. "

The voice that answered sent chills racing over Megan's flesh. "The password used was Sheriff Jacobs's. "

Lance stared at her. She could feel the pain radiating from him, but also the protectiveness. Lance would never hurt her. She knew that just as she knew the sun would rise in the morning and night would come later.

"We have a problem then. " She turned and looked at Jonas. She was seriously starting to dislike this one. "Someone has obviously managed to steal passwords. "

"The sheriff assures us he doesn't write his password down or share it. He changes it weekly and uses strict privacy protocols on his computer. "

Megan watched Jonas for long moments. Lance was still, quiet. And that wasn't a good sign. An explosion was brewing and it was one Megan didn't want to witness.

"Tell him to stop, Braden. " She stared into the savage silver eyes as she spoke to the man behind her.

"Now. "

"I'd like to hear an explanation myself, Megan. "

She turned to Braden carefully. "I said now," she reminded him, keeping her voice soft, her fury throttled.

She didn't know the game Jonas Wyatt was playing, but she knew he was playing one, and he was using Lance to do it.

"I don't need your protection, Megan," Lance snapped then. "I'll find out"