Megans Mark (Breeds 6)

"There were four. Where are the other two?" She jerked away from him as she moved to the chair and pulled on the soft, long flannel gown.

"There were four?" He was dressing as well. "Four what?"

"Breeds. " She pushed her fingers through her tangled hair. "I was dreaming, but it wasn't a dream. It's so fuzzy_" Her voice was thick with the desperation raging through her, causing her to wince at the sound.

"Come here. " He turned her around, pushing her gently to the chair as she realized he was fully dressed.

"Put your socks on, the floor is cold. You keep this place like a freezer. "

She frowned as he pulled a pair of socks over her feet.

She felt frozen, but not from the air conditioner.

"Stop, Braden. " This sudden intensity in him was making her head hurt. Or was it the dream? "I forgot to turn the air down, but I like it cold at night. That's all. I have to see those pictures of the Breeds who died again. "

She remembered their faces now. High cheekbones, exotic eyes. Dead gazes. She swallowed tightly at the memory.

'Their eyes were dead, but something raged inside them, something so deep that it had nearly broken her when she had experienced it.

"They knew" she stated then. "Mark and Aimee, they were there at the Academy when I stumbled into the hallway. They were with someone" She fought to remember who. 'They knew I could sense them. As I turned to leave, it was in my head. I never hear thoughts. But I heard it in my head, someone telling me to remember them. "

He straightened quickly, grabbing her hand as he helped her from the chair and led her from the bedroom.

"Tell me about the dream," he demanded as they started down the hall. His arm went around her back, steadying her despite the fact that she was now moving fine.

"I told you, it's fuzzy. " She had to fight to hold back the snap in her

voice, the instinctive anger that was more a remnant of the dream than any real anger she was feeling.

"But I remembered Mark. He spoke; he was reminding someone of a flight. Someone who was angry with him.

There were three others with him. The girl that was killed with him, and another couple. "

"Four Breeds?" He glanced down at her as they moved down the stairs.

'Two men, two women. " She nodded. "I remember their faces. I remember someone's pain. It was horrible. A mix of rage and grief that made no sense. None of it made sense. I thought it was something else, because when they approached, it began to lessen. I thought I was just tired, weak, and that the thoughts and dreams of the Academy's recruits were stronger because of it. That happens when I'm tired. "

"They would have been aware you were picking it up," he said grimly as they stepped into the kitchen.

"Can you handle making the coffee? I'll power up the laptop and call Jonas. We need to get you to Sanctuary immediately, until you can remember who they were with. We can't take any more chances. "

She clenched her teeth at the thought of the Feline compound but said nothing as she made her way to the coffee pot. Maybe he was right. She

couldn't remember who had been with those Breeds, but she knew that the memory would return soon. She could feel it, just beyond her reach, but moving closer.

Who had she seen with them? She clenched her teeth as she fought to remember who had been there that night. She remembered the evil that touched her, the impression of depravity, of perverse lusts.

As she made the coffee, she heard Braden on the phone, his voice low, controlled.

Despite the shock the dream had delivered to her system, she felt a curl of warmth traveling through her body as she listened to him talk. It was disconcerting, this reaction she had to him. She wanted him, no, matter where they were or what they were doing. In the middle of a desperate race to safety or fighting him over his arrogance, it made no difference. And though she knew the hormone had added to the arousal that pulsed within her, she also knew she would have wanted him anyway.

She would have loved him anyway.

She stilled at the thought. She hadn't wanted to admit to loving him. He was arrogant, proud; he was larger than life at times and made her crazy with his deceptive laziness and dry humor. But he was growing on her. Hell, he had already grown on her, around her and inside her. She

couldn't imagine life without him.

"It will be later before Jonas can get here. The fucking jet is in Israel collecting information on several former Middle Eastern Labs. He has to call it back then head out. "