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“Say you’re mine,” he repeated, a flash of fear appearing in his face.
Delilah pulled him down until his arm no longer kept his weight off of her. He was heavy and solidly built, like a tree trunk, but the weight of him on her, the warmth of his skin, and the fire moving in her as he continued to thrust gave her clarity for the first time in her life.
It didn’t matter where she went or what she did, she’d always be one with Frank. He’d always be a part of her soul, and she could never truly leave him behind.
“I’m yours, Frank.”
He pulled her tighter, and she could swear she felt his entire body relax even as he found his release. He held himself inside of her, his seed filling her as much as the love wrapping around her soul.
Frank rolled them until she was on top of him and his back was on the grass. She raised her head and he smoothed her hair back, his thumbs gliding over her cheeks. “You mean it, Del?”
She smiled and nodded. “I’m yours. Always have been, always will be, if you still want me. Even though I love you, I can’t stay here. It’s why I returned. To tell you that I’m leaving, today, and I may not be back for a long time.”
Chapter Twenty
FRANK
Frank was more confused than ever. Before she could explain why she’d come, a howl went up. Damien was summoning him. They found their clothing sitting outside Damien’s house. They’d been expected, both of them, together. After Frank and Delilah dressed, the entered Damien’s house.
Damien and Agent Sloan were talking, very casual and civil from the look of it. Frank still didn’t understand why she’d returned, only to leave again, but he guessed this meeting would answer his questions. The answers wouldn’t matter, though. Delilah was leaving with Sloan, to go work for the DSA undercover in a prison. The agent was putting her back in a fucking prison. She wouldn’t be a real prisoner, it appeared, but she’d be in as much danger as ever, probably more.
Delilah threw him a questioning look, one that asked if he was okay. He wasn’t. She had finally said she was Frank’s, but she was still leaving with Sloan.
Frank clenched his fists, and then Delilah’s hand covered his, leeching the anger and tension from him, until finally she slipped her hand into his. Bright green eyes shone at him. “It’s okay, Frank. I’ll be fine.”
She was going in undercover, into a prison, to cozy up to a terrorist, and she thought she’d appease him by holding his hand and telling him everything wouldbe fine? His female was brave, smart, and totally nuts.
“This is a bad idea,” Frank said, tired of waiting for Damien or Sloan to state whatever it was either of them planned to say. “You’re going to send her into a dangerous situation where she’ll be trapped. They’ll kill her like they did your other agents.”
“No one will suspect she’s working for us,” Agent Sloan said. “Not with her background. She’s a convicted murderer, an escaped felon, with a history of misdemeanors going back years as well. She has the type of cover we can’t fake. And she’s a shifter, with all the advanced abilities that afford her the protection no unarmed human agent has.”
“She’ll betrapped. What part of trapped don’t you understand? In a prison. Ever been locked up in a prison, Sloan? Where the guards push you around, command every aspect of your life, and you have no ability to fight back? If you’re skilled, you get a punch in here or there, but what the guards deliver in return is ten times worse, with a vengeance. They are the ultimate law inside, and there’s no one to stop them from doing whatever the fuck they want. Maybe you didn’t watch that thumb drive of what happened the last time she was in prison.”
“We viewed it. And we’ve been cleaning out the vermin in that prison, as well as their connections. There was more than sexual assault going on there. The warden was involved in a sex trafficking ring.”
“That just proves the danger she’ll be in.”
“It’s a different prison we’re sending her to.”
“She’s not going.”
“If she does this, we’ll clear her record. Not just set her free, but expunge it. The warden’s death was a case of self-defense. As for the murder of the two WSSO personnel, we can claim she was working for us against terrorists.”
“A clean record won’t do her any good if she’s dead. You have a leak somewhere. That’s what got your agents killed, Sloan.”
“No leak, Connelly. I’m the only one on this op. I’ll be her handler.”
“That gives her no protection. What if something happens to you? Then she’s trapped in that prison, with no way out, risking her life for a promise of freedom that will never come.”
“Sure, it’s a risk. Anytime I send an agent anywhere, there’s always a risk, but I plan to put someone on the inside for backup. I’ll have him in place before she arrives, to reduce suspicion.”
“You think I’m going to trust her safety to some human who couldn’t care less if another shifter gets beaten, raped, or killed? You don’t know what it’s like on the inside. There are a thousand things that can happen.”
“She won’t be easy to kill.”
“The guards at her prison held her over the edge of a roof over and over again, terrorizing her until they broke her. Then they brought her to the fucking warden for him to rape her.”
Sloan looked stunned.
