Megans Mark (Breeds 6)

Farrow and Harding. Sanctuary's Washington liaisons would never see the inside of a court for their crimes. They would never be seen again, period.

"And have Farrow and Harding been found?' Their disappearance had

raised more than one question within the law enforcement community.

Mia regarded him steadily. "Agents Farrow and Harding have not yet been located," she informed him.

"We have several patrols out looking for them though. "

A waste of fucking manpower, but necessary. Farrow and Harding were enjoying their entrance into hell, via a drop into the burning lava of an overseas volcano. If nothing else, the Council had taught the Breeds how to dispose of bodies properly.

"Very well. Gather what we need together and we'll leave after dark. I want a profile pulled on the two liaisons in Washington as well. 1 want to know every detail of their fucking lives right down to their last fart. And I want it yesterday. This will not happen again. " He was aware of Mia's flinch as he growled the final sentence and he didn't really give a damn. He wasn't there to make anyone comfortable, least of all his PA.

"Right away, sir. " She nodded with a quick little jerk of her head before leaving and closing the door behind her.

And once again he was alone.

Jonas stared around the room, the antique cherry desk, the large chair behind it. The carefully polished bookshelves and the leather couch and chairs. The room reeked of class and formidable power. Power that the

Breed community was slowly amassing and putting to use to secure their place in the world.

The Feline Breed Ruling Cabinet worked quietly, outside the public eye, to secure their place in the world.

There were so few Breeds, and procreation wasn't an easy process. Unfortunately, it would appear that the longer life spans would cause them more problems than anything else. Especially considering the leak in Sanctuary by one of their own.

He paced back to his desk, picking up the file he had gathered together and staring down at it grimly. Killing a few non-Breed agents with delusions of the riches to be gathered by betraying the Breeds didn't affect him either way. Killing another Breed for turning the Mating results over to the Council was another story. Especially a female Breed.

He breathed in deeply as he shook his head in regret.

And reminded himself, there could be no regret.