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All the toy makers and designers.” He lifts luggage out of the back of the SUV. “She hosted a corporate retreat up here last year. “How did you even know about this place?” Quinn asks. “No,” Draco replies, “she really doesn’t.”

“She doesn’t half-ass anything, does she?”

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His hands are on his hips and he looks up at the massive wood home with expansive windows overlooking the green lake below. “So this is Demetria’s little cabin in the woods?” Owen asks. They need a minute to rest and recoup to heal their bodies and brains.Īnd as they’ve learned that strength is maximized when they’re together and up here, nothing will get in their way. It’s why they’re taking a break-for themselves and for the city they protect. Those gifts came with a price.Īnd that’s why they’re on this mountain top. Each born with a gift that was later exploited and enhanced by doctors looking to push their abilities. They’re genetically superior-altered humans. She reads people’s echoes their memories, their thoughts, and feels their actual emotions. She’s not planning on waiting much longer.Īnd Astrid? Well, she’s an empath. Calculating, and Astrid’s dying to get him into bed. Her eyes skim over every inch of the newest member of their team. He can make a person think they see almost anything. He’s fun, and falling for him has been one of the most liberating aspects of her new life. Owen, with his floppy blond hair and lean, sexy body. He can shut down an entire city like an EMP. He yields kinetic electrical manipulation. The one that showed her there was more than just a lonely, solitary life. Quinn is blessed with more muscles than a Greek god and a soul kinder than a saint. The men are strong and limber, having spent hours training and pushing their bodies to peak condition. Their shoulders and backs are sleek planes of strength. Each are different but possess peak physical condition. She watches them, taking in their bodies. Three men follow her out of the car, stretching their arms and legs after the long drive. There was nothing around them but trees, a clear lake, and the mountains surrounding them. No smog, no pollution, no people or crowds. Massive, luxurious.Īstrid steps out of the car and inhales the glorious scent of pine and fresh air. Mansion? Cabin-mansion? Rural lodge? Whatever it was called, it was gorgeous.

The roof of the cabin peeks out of the towering trees.