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analysis code, read through it, rewrote a few things and began the test again with what he wanted.
    “What did you do?” Diane asked.
    “You’re running the wrong tests,” Gideon said, gaze glued to the monitor as the information started feeding through his program. “We’re not animals and can’t be tested as such. We’re not humans, either. So you have to adjust your formulas to account for both.” He glanced over at Diane. “A merging of the two. You’ll get better answers that way.”
    “I’ve got a room down here you can stay in,” Diane said, looking so eager he almost smiled. “The Professor has a spare he doesn’t use. It’s not huge, but it’s bigger than what you chose downstairs where Lydia and Dillon are. There’s a bed and privacy.” Her eyes pleaded with him. “I could really use your help.”
    It was the privacy that nailed it for him. He wasn’t a social creature by nature, and even though he had a traitor to deal with, it didn’t mean he had to stay uncomfortable. Still, guilt ate at him.
    “You should move Lydia here, as well. You’re packing up, anyway, so there’s plenty of room. She’ll be more comfortable and better rested not having to listen to Dillon,” he told her.
    Clara nodded. “He’s right. We should have thought of that. I should have thought of it.”
    “I don’t think it’s a good idea,” Diane said. “Her body is deteriorating too fast. Moving her, while good in theory, might not be what’s best for her right now. We should have done it sooner, before she got this far, and I’m sorry for not thinking of it.”
    “You were a little busy hunting down your mate,” Clara said. “This isn’t on you, Diane.”
    “Still, we’ve done more based on our convenience then on hers,” Diane said.
    Gideon knew all about decisions based on that. It was his convenience and dislike of all things Blane that had kept him turning a blind eye to Lydia and her changing personality. Thomas had commented on it a few times but usually just in passing. He’d seemed interested in Lydia’s growing anger, especially toward her own daughter. Gideon hadn’t cared, and part of him still didn’t. But Thomas had seemed to, and that meant Gideon would try to make sure the woman was comfortable at the end, which he was certain would be soon. He doubted if she lasted for the trip the pride was planning.
    “Gideon?” Diane asked. “What do you say? Want to move done here instead?”
    “Done,” he agreed.
    Thomas would want him to teach this pride as much as he could before he moved on. It was Clara’s pride, which carried more weight with Gideon than the fact the Tah they’d all been waiting for was here. Probably because Gideon had never believed the existence of one man would suddenly make all the difference.
    “Hey, look who I found.”
    Clara’s mate entered with the newest little pride member in his arms. Clara immediately went to her man and cooed over the baby girl. In that moment, Gideon could see the future, one where Clara and her mate held young of their own. Gideon knew it was something Clara’s father Michael would have wanted for his daughter. He wished Michael was there to see the woman she’d grown into as well as the pride she’d joined.
    Thoughts of the pride turned toward one particular member. The image of the sexy blonde warrior entered his mind. He’d smelled her long before he’d spotted her face. She’d been all short, messy curls and big blue eyes. His glance had skimmed her from head to toe, and his body had responded to the vision she was. He wanted her long legs wrapped around him, demanding pleasure. He wanted to feel the strength in her touch against his flesh. He wanted it with a desperation that could only be explained by the drug moving through his veins. The need to protect her from what he was had battled with the desire to take her, and he’d responded in anger, roaring for her to stay the hell away from him.
    Her wide-eyed gaze had