Page 81 of Visions, Paws, and Claws

Milo sucked in a deep breath and took it.

“Don’t try to think of something specific, okay? I only want to see if I can sense anything.” Dellan closed his eyes.

Horvan didn’t dare breathe. It wasn’t until that moment that he realized how much he wanted to believe Milo.

This could be a game-changer. The break we needed.Not that he let Dellan see that thought. Horvan didn’t want him under any more pressure. He even tried to shut out Dellan’s emotions, to give him the space and privacy to attempt this.

Horvan glanced around the room. Hashtag, Roadkill, and Eve stood together: Eve kept staring at Milo, and Horvan got the sense that she too wanted to believe him.

Brick watched from the doorway, Aric in front of him, Brick’s arms crossed over Aric’s chest in a protective gesture.This has to be hurting them.

Crank and Saul stared too, and Horvan knew this had to be hardest on Saul: the Gerans had put him through hell, and this was probably bringing it all back with a vengeance.

Then Dellan opened his eyes and let go of Milo’s hand.

Horvan was at his side in a heartbeat. “Well?”

Dellan shuddered out a breath. “Well, that was… interesting.”

Rael knelt beside him. “What did you feel?”

Dellan shivered. “He’s in torment. His mate, what he’s learned about the Gerans….” He fixed Milo with a steady gaze. “I believe you.”

“Thank God,” Milo croaked.

Dellan turned to gaze at Saul. “And before any of you suggest I’m saying that because my dad is involved… no, that isn’t true.” He shook his head. “That was so strange. It wasn’t so much that I couldseeanything—it was mostly emotions—but I could feel Milo, feel his pain, his despair….” He returned his attention to Milo. “Your love for Jana. That was the strongest feeling.”

“What’s happening to Seth, Jake, and Jamie?” Brick blurted. “Tell us. You owe us that much.”

Milo hesitated before speaking. “On his arrival, Jamie was kept apart from the other detainees for—”

“Detainees?” Brick let out an explosive snort. “Call ’em what they are—prisoners.”

Horvan flashed him a warning glance. “Not helping, Brick.” He spoke in a low but firm voice. Brick had the grace to flush. Horvan gave Milo an encouraging nod. “Finish answering his question.”

“He was kept apart for two months. And no, I don’t know why. Seth and Jake…. They’ve spent a lot of time in the experimentation block, being tested.”

“Tested for what?” Dellan demanded. “What the fuck are they doing to them?”

Milo glanced at Aric. “Seth didn’t tell you any of this?”

Aric shook his head. “No, but I can guess why. He probably didn’t want me to worry.”

Milo cleared his throat. “They’re conducting tests to determine the full range of Seth and Jake’s psychic abilities. So far they’re the only two subjects.”

“Holy fuck.” Cold crawled through Horvan’s body. “We’ve got to get them out of there. Where’s this camp? This has to be our priority.”

“Northern Maine. Northern Aroostook County, to be exact. The nearest town is Allagash, population two hundred thirty-seven. The site was chosen for its remoteness. We’re talking one road in or out.”

“And where do your superiors think you are now?” Horvan inquired.

“On leave for a week, sitting out on a beach, sipping cocktails, and getting laid. I’m due back a week from Monday.”

“Then we’d better make good use of you while we have you. Let’s take this to the office,” Horvan suggested. “I have about a million questions.”

“I hope I have all the answers.” Milo stood. “I don’t suppose I could have some coffee? I sure could use some.”

“I think we can manage that,” Rael told him. “I’ll bring it to you.”

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