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way out of the cloth. Bethany sighed. Great, now she was going to have to drag Bailey's
clothing along as she moved. Bailey twitched her nose, like she had come to the same
realization and was laughing inside.
The good news was, they moved a heck of a lot better now, even with Bethany having to drag
Bailey's clothes. They'd both dressed in identical black pants and t-shirts - not that anyone
could see them, but it just seemed like the right outfit for sneaking. She'd even put a black knit
hat over her blonde hair. It made her feel very ninja.
Of course, none of that mattered now with Bailey's fluffy white ass hopping through the vents.
She was moving a lot faster than Bethany, being careful to stay as quiet as she could. When
she slowed down, Bethany knew that they must be getting close to Steele's office.
Her heart pounded as Bailey stopped and she drew closer. Part of her wondered if she really
wanted to know what was going on... but she knew that if she didn't find out soon, she was
going to explode all over her mate and not in a good way.
******
"So we can kill him now, right?"
This was the fifth time that Steele had asked that question in as many days.
Ever since Eli's men had picked up Dr. Montgomery, Steele had asked that question once a day
after Eli had called him about the information they'd gotten from the doctor. The answer had
always been no. Granted, Eli was doing a pretty good job of gathering information from the
man, but the protective, vengeful side of Steele wouldn't feel comfortable until the man was
dead and no longer a threat to his mate or her sister.
Worse, he couldn't tell Bethany that her ordeal was fully over yet... because Dr. Montgomery
was still alive. Not only that, but the only people he would give any information to were her
brothers; which meant that her siblings were coming in contact with their tormentor every day.
It was obvious that his real interest was in the females though, especially Bailey. He always
asked about them, although he seemed to understand that he wouldn't get the chance to see
them.
Even if the fucker asked to see the women, and Eli somehow agreed, Steele would say no. He
didn't care if they didn't get another word out of the man after that. It would just be one more
excuse to go ahead and turn him into wormfeed.
Eli rubbed his hand over his face, including the scruff that he'd allowed to grow on his cheeks,
which was very unlike him, and Steele growled, already knowing he wasn't going to get the
answer he wanted.
"No."
Banging his fist on his desk, Steele glared at Eli's face on his computer screen. The polar bear
shifter averted his eyes. Not a good sign.
"How much longer does this asshole get to live?"
Silence.
Eli continued to look away from the screen, his expression growing guilty.
Oh hell no.
"We're letting him live?!"
"We don't have a choice," Eli said quietly, finally looking back at the screen and meeting
Steele's eyes by the power of the internet. His green eyes were tired and... kind of sick
looking actually, as if he were disgusted with himself or ashamed. "We need him and his
research."
"You mean the research he conducted by experimenting on my mate and her siblings." The
wood of Steele's desk creaked ominously as his fingers dug into it.
"I'm not saying what he did was right. We all know it wasn't... but we need his results," Eli said
steadily. He sounded like he was repeating something he'd learned by rote, something that
he'd had to say over and over again - to others and to himself.
The creaking of Steele's desk was getting louder and then an explosive crash echoed through
his office as dust, drywall, and pieces of metal went flying everywhere and high pitched shrieks
pieced his ears. Eli's voice, shouting and asking what was happening and if they were under
attack threaded through it all.
The air was thick with white, chalky dust of the broken drywall as Steele pulled himself back up
from where he'd instinctively ducked underneath his desk, gun from his drawer in hand. The
fluffy mass of fur now sitting in the middle of his office sneezed, bunny ears pressed against its
back and shoulders rounded, looking ashamed of itself as Steele sighed and brought himself up
to a standing position.
"It's fine, Eli, I'm fine, everything's fine," he said, picking up his computer and turning it so that
Eli could see the giant bunny now sitting in the middle of the office. If bunnies could blush, this
one would. A small coughing noise and then Bailey suddenly appeared beside the big bunny,
using her sister's puffy, dust-covered fur to cover some of her nudity. Steele felt a headache
coming on. He sighed. "Say hello girls."
"Hi," said Bailey with a little finger wave and a weak smile. Bethany's nose twitched.
Putting the lap top back down, Steele grabbed his jacket off the back of his chair and tossed it
to Bailey, before stripping off his shirt and offering it to the larger bunny. Bethany immediately
transformed, shrinking down and grabbing his shirt from him. Neither of the Bunson sisters
were really all that comfortable with nudity, although they tried to pretend otherwise. Steele
found himself amused and aroused by it, since it meant seeing Bethany naked was something
special... tantalizing... and definitely not where his mind needed to go right now.
Looking up at the hole in his ceiling, he closed his eyes, pinching his fingers over the bridge of
his nose where a headache was definitely forming. The fucking air vents - meant to be an
escape route if it became necessary for the office to be evacuated and the normal exits were
unavailable, and, of course, his mate and her sister were using them to spy. He could only
guess that they'd overheard enough of what he and Eli were talking about to piss Bethany off
enough to shift, and the ceiling couldn't handle the weight of a giant, armored bunny.
"Um, sorry." Bethany's voice was small and a tiny bit of anxious fear pulsed through their bond,
which Steele reacted to immediately.
His eyes popped open as he held open his arms, and she immediately ran into them for a hug
and reassurance that he wasn't really mad. Looking around at his office, which looked like it
was covered in a very light layer of snow, he could only shake his head. It didn't matter how
much chaos his mate created, it didn't change his feelings about her one bit. Even if he was
going to take it out on her ass later.
Apparently reassured, Bethany pushed away from him a little and looked at the computer
screen where Eli was watching with an expression of bemusement on his face.
"So, what's this about needing Dr. Montgomery?"
******
Nothing like losing control of her anger and crashing through the ceiling. She'd been doing so
well at hiding her emotions from Mr. Hiding-Things-From-His-Mate up until that point too.
Unfortunately just the thought of Dr. Montgomery's research being used had pretty much thrown
her into a blind rage and she'd shifted, and her and Bailey's stealth operation had literally come
crashing down around them, leaving her clothes shredded and Steele's office a chaotic mess.
Now, safely wrapped in her mate's arms (and appreciating the fact that he was just as pissed
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