Chapter Eight #3
“Except to exact revenge. Morphate clans never forget a slight. They live a very long time and have very long memories.”’
“Maybe if you make a strong enough and shocking enough show of force, they will never bother you again,” he suggested, the silk of her hair brushing against his lips.
“What could be shocking enough to quell Morphates? Not even my weapons will change their unmitigated thirst for revenge, believe me.”
“Discover which Alpha is after you and destroy his clan,” he suggested softly.
Devon whirled completely around in his hold, her eyes wide and horrified.
“Hey, you wanted a mercenary,” he reminded her.
“That’s a mercenary solution. I don’t particularly like the idea any more than you do—it’d kick up a hell of a hornet’s nest if we screw up—but I don’t see much in the way of a resolution otherwise. ”
Devon felt ice running down her spine, her heart aching as it sped along violently.
She pushed away from him, wrapping her arms around herself.
She was furious with her people, enough to have created weapons of death and debilitation, but Liam was suggesting a form of genocide.
She couldn’t blame Liam for his cavalier attitude.
Her people had given him no cause to think well of them.
But she couldn’t do what he suggested. She might be willing to cut a swath with mercury through them to make a statement if she was forced to, but she could never permit extermination.
“I could never authorize something so brutal. I haven’t the authority or the right. Only the Alpha Council does, but even they shouldn’t do so.” She looked at him with stunned jade soft eyes. “How can you even suggest an act of genocide?”
“Honey.” Liam narrowed thoughtful eyes on her a moment. “I said destroy, not murder. There’s a huge difference.”
“I …” She shook her head hard, as if trying to resettle her brain. “You need to explain.”
“I’m talking about a multi-level assault that would incapacitate the clan.
The eventual goal being dispersion. If you can weaken the cohesion that holds a clan together, you can destroy it.
And that will show the remaining clans that you mean business and that you aren’t going to run and hide.
” He grinned when her already wide eyes went even rounder as she began to understand.
“I’m not saying we are going to pull it off with a zero-gas-cloud count.
You wanna kill a beast, you gotta chop off its head, and that means going for the Alpha. ”
“Tell me,” she demanded, springing over to him and clutching at his shirt. “Tell me what you mean by incapacitation!”
“There are three things that give Morphates power. Their money, their physical prowess, and their confidence in their superiority. Take away the first two and the last one takes care of itself. Once doubt and fear begin to erode the connectivity of the clan, the members will start to peel away like layers of an onion. Once the Alpha loses face …” He trailed off, knowing that no one knew better than she did how the hierarchy of an Alpha-run clan went.
“Oh my God,” she breathed, delight rushing up over her entire body. “Of course! It’s like a hostile takeover! You buy the stock out from under them. Sneak up and woo away the employees … Liam!”
“If you think you can identify the Alpha, I think my guys can handle the rest.”
“Yes! Oh, yes!” She leapt at him, her arms wrapping around his neck as she hugged him.
He chuckled, sliding his arms around her and cuddling her close, enjoying her squirming enthusiasm.
It didn’t bother him that she’d momentarily thought him capable of such barbarism as genocide.
It came with the career. And she did not know him well yet in spite of the incredible connection they seemed to have developed between them already. But she was learning.
Meanwhile, he was able to take in the scent of her hair and the feel of her warm, soft body as she laughed happily in his ear, making him smile that he could help her and please her.
It’d already become important to him. Dangerous, to be sure, to start to feel attached to one’s principal.
It had the potential to lead to mistakes.
Emotions clouded a man’s reactions and clarity of sight.
Still … she was a special woman. It took a special being to take the assault she was facing and yet not desire ferocious retaliation of her own.
What she wanted was that a lesson be learned.
Equalization. An awakening, however rude it might be, to the wrongness of superiority among intelligent beings.
They were all fine ideals, but Liam wondered about the human half of the equation.
Human unpredictability could make this weapon into the most volatile invention in history since the atomic bomb.
Just because Devon wouldn’t lower herself to the level of her enemies, didn’t mean that others wouldn’t.
It tautened his nerves just thinking about it, making him realize he had unintentionally signed NHK on for a potential war.
Granted, bodyguards were always in the middle of two factions, determined to protect one from the other, but this had the potential to ripple out into the world with a huge effect.
Taking an active part in the controversy was not something he could choose to do on behalf of his people.
Fairness required him to tell them the truth of things and ask them straight out how far they were willing to take themselves in this game.
Liam stepped back, releasing Devon as he went, feeling his skin tighten when she looked at him with a touch of bewilderment. She was so damn sensitive that she had already begun to feel his tension.
“What?”
“I have to tell my crew, Devon. Who you are. What you are. Everything to do with this. They have a right to know: to choose if they’ll stay on for this.
I’ve also been out of the loop around here for three days and I gotta get back in.
” He reached to run a distracted hand over his hair, unknowingly making it spike and curl in all directions.
“I don’t mind if you tell your crew. You’re right, they deserve the choice. However, please ask them not to repeat the information. I … The staff’s completely human and they don’t know I am Morphate. All except Carter, as you guessed,” she said.
“Not a problem. Thanks for breakfast. I have a lot of work to catch up on, okay?” he said, reaching to brush a thumb over her chin and jawline. “But at sunset, you and I are going to start playing with those new weapons you keep promising to show me, okay?”
“I’d be happy to,” she laughed.
Devon watched as he hesitated, his thumb clinging to her skin just below her cheek.
Then he shook his head in bemusement and that thumb moved slowly back to the sensitive pout of her lower lip.
Liam’s fingers curled up snug beneath her chin and tilted her head up ever so slightly, his mouth playing with a frown and small lines appearing between his brows.
Then he turned and left the room quickly, almost as if he were afraid that if he tarried, there would be developments beyond his control. Devon wrapped her arms around herself, a little quiver of thwarted excitement rocking through her.
That man, she thought, was just too damn tempting for his own good. Certainly too damn tempting for hers. The question was, what was she going to do about it?
Torque lowered his binoculars and leaned back against the trunk of the enormous oak.
The tree had been generous enough to provide a well-concealed perch for himself and Rhiannon as they observed the compound.
Rhiannon was on a nearby branch, straddling it with muscular thighs encased in riding leather.
She was watching him, waiting for his latest observations with the patience of an adolescent.
She was plucking at her Harley T-shirt’s decal irritably, and she was pissed off that they hadn’t yet found an opportunity to get to Devona.
But he was working on it.
“She has this estate of hers well thought out,” he observed. “And these private security people really know what they’re doing. If we were humans, it would be impossible for us to get into that house.”
“Right, but we aren’t humans,” Rhiannon drawled, rocking her hips so her legs swung a bit on either side of the branch. She set her hands on the bark in front of her, the entire position and movement looking as if she was riding a hobbyhorse.
Torque grinned. Rhiannon always had to have something between her legs.
Tree branches, her Millennium Edition Harley-Davidson motorcycle, or just about anything or anyone else that crossed her path.
Torque got a hell of a kick out of that.
He and Rhi had worked in groups together before, but most dispatchers for Ambrose Clan worked alone.
It was the first time they’d ever been paired up.
Despite her impatience, she was all business, and he liked that.
“Yeah. There’s also a good chance those aren’t regular bullets in those guns either. They’re expecting someone like us to show up eventually. Ambrose hasn’t exactly been sending subtle messages.”
Rhi rolled her eyes in agreement. “Not to mention that the traitor whore will sense us if she is awake when we get close enough. This will be a waste of our time if all we do is kill a few humans. They will just find more to replace the dead ones. They always have more.”
Torque agreed with that observation with a grim nod. “We have to wait until she moves off the property then.”
“We’ve been here for nearly two days and she hasn’t left yet,” Rhi observed.
“She will. Then we follow and we watch and we wait. I’ll go for the mark, and you can lay waste to the rest of them, clearing the field for me.”
“Mmm,” Rhi purred eagerly. “Look at the size of some of them. They will pop like nice, fat, juicy grapes!”