Circe's Recruits: Gideon: A Multiple Partner Shifter Book Read Online Free Page A

week? If this is the new normal, I am seriously screwed.
     
    Myers shared a glance with Yates. He moved to the phone mounted to the wall and dialed.
    Dr. Lang answered. “Yes?”
    “She’s showing definite signs.”
    Yates nodded, his hearing as enhanced at Myers’s.
    “You’re sure?” The excitement in Lang’s voice irritated him. Myers had had enough of Lang’s plans. He’d put up with a lot for the crazy bastard. The money had been good, but not enough that he should have to deal with a loony bitch who said no when she really meant yes. Good thing he healed fast.
    “Her pheromones were all over the place. She wants it bad, even if she’s not aware of it.” He shared a grin with Yates. “I think it’s time we introduced her to the team.”
    “Hmm.” Lang paused. “Not yet. I need more data.”
    “Then when, Doc? The boys aren’t doing so well.” Understatement. He’d had to hide a body this morning. Not the way he’d planned to spend his time with Jane Doe #4. Unlike Sheer, he liked his bed partners alive.
    “Yes, yes. I know it’s getting worse. I just need a little more time. Trust me. Once she’s fully developed, she’ll suit. Right now, too much rough handling will kill her. I’ll have to start over. And that won’t help anyone.”
    “He’s got a point,” Yates said in a low voice.
    Myers agreed. But he couldn’t say the same for Pratt or the other guys. Which reminded him. Yates and he needed to deal with Palmer. Maybe the doc had a few ideas. “Okay. We’ll wait on Bailey. But about Palmer. He’s a little off.” They’d all denied taking the drugs that made them special, because Lang had told them to keep their abilities a secret. But Myers had a feeling Palmer really hadn’t been given EP13.
    “I’m aware. I’ll take care of it.” That tone in Lang’s voice.
    Myers knew when to back off. “Yes, sir.”
    “If there’s nothing else?”
    “That’s all for now.”
    Lang hung up without a goodbye.
    “So we have to wait.” Yates scowled.
    “What else is new?” Myers sighed. “I know we volunteered for this, but I’m getting tired of waiting. Any word on the other freaks Lang’s working on? Smith say anything about when we can have them?”
    “No, but he’s not one to talk to right now. You saw what he did to Spencer. Torched his balls off.”
    Myers frowned. “Smith worries me.”
    “Me too. But I think he worries Lang more. That’s why we’re here.” Yates gave a shrug. “But there are ways around him, around the doc too, for that matter. Have you seen the chicks down on level 4? Part of that psychic program Lang’s fronting? How about we offer some security down there?”
    “Seen anything you like?” No wonder he and Yates got along so well.
    “There’s a new sexy brunette mouthing off about things she shouldn’t be talking about. No one’s going to complain if she wants to play house with us…then disappears.”
    “Well then. Let’s go.”
     
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    Gideon loved the feel of Pratt’s guts squishing through his fingers. The scent of Pratt’s otherness surprised him, though. He hadn’t sensed it before, but now he realized Pratt had to be a little bit like him. Psychic, yet not. Stronger, for sure, because though Pratt had fallen in a heap to the ground, he remained silent and aware. Gideon leaned down to grab him, and the bloodied guard struggled to go free.
    With Gideon’s luck, the asshole would heal, and then he’d need to deal with Pratt and Palmer at the same time. Ripping his arm from the other metal band on the table, Gideon tore into Pratt’s neck. No way the guy would re-grow a head. At least, he hoped not.
    While keeping his gaze on Palmer, who stood too close for comfort, Gideon sawed at Pratt’s neck, tensed and ready for Palmer’s attack.
    Pratt finally let loose a blood-curdling shriek when Gideon hit his cervical spine, but he couldn’t do more than dangle like a puppet on a stick as Gideon controlled his movements,