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Mercer Devlin, though? He had a son. A son these monsters were never supposed to find.

I didn’t even want to contemplate the horror of “the machine” being “complete,” whatever the fuck that meant.

It didn’t matter.

What mattered was that those fuckers were planning to addhimto their menagerie, and that couldn’t be allowed at all.

It was time. My years of scraping had to have worked, or...well, no, that was it.

Theyhadto have worked.

Because those assholes were going to take Flynn if they hadn’t.

I turned toward the wall, to truly look at the stones there, for the first time in...well, I had no idea how long. My progress didn’t look especially impressive, but itwas. It had to be. The bottom stone shifted now and then, so I knew it was loose.

Time to push, and pray to deities I’d never believed in, that the other side of the wall wasn’t a sheer cliff face that was going to have me falling to my death in a moment.

I had to save my son.

CHAPTER 5

AVALON

Flynn

Davin with power tools was something special.

It turned out that he was also certified as an electrician, and Caspian had arranged for him to get the required training to carry that over to work in the US, so...

Well.

Yeah.

He tied his hair back so it wouldn’t fall in his way, and stripped down to his tight white T-shirt and jeans and work boots, and just...

“Your young man is very handsome,” Wu Mei’s wry voice reminded me of where we were.

Her penthouse.

Davin paused in cutting a hole into her drywall to look at her, confused, but once he realized she was talking to me instead of him, his lips quirked up on one side, and he went right back to work. Even the damned protective eye gear and the bits of white drywall dust in his hair couldn’t make him less hot.

Fuck me, why hadn’t I gotten him into bed yet?

If I hadn’t been dead on my feet after getting Sexton settled on the island, maybe... but it had taken forever, because Sexton had awakened again and insisted that we summon his own pilot instead of Blair, because he didn’t want to be trapped on the island with no way off. Then we’d had to take him to a store to buy a refrigerator worth of food to feed him up again.

And Sexton had tried, but he’d been very little help.

So in the end, we’d fallen into bed the moment we’d gotten to Davin’s, and nothing remotely sexy had happened.

I was not nearly as intelligent as I thought. That had to be the problem. Anyone with a brain would have ignored everything else and just thrown Davin down on my mother’s dining room table the night we met.

But that was okay. It could be fixed. I could cancel the job installing Mei’s security system, which was going to make us nearly enough to pay for the tax bill just from the installation, and go sleep with him now.

That would be an excellent choice.

It also wasn’t going to happen. Mei was planning to do her own policing of the system, so mostly, we were there to install a lot of expensive gear and then tell her chosen employee how to work it. Also, Davin would be available to fix anything that broke or give further lessons if they were needed.

Fortunately, no one was going to have to monitor Mei’s penthouse but the people who had already chosen to work for her.