But his whole body had been enhanced by the Lycan-70 drug. That enhancement had made him bigger, stronger. Had it given him enhanced hearing and vision? Possible. So very possible.

It had been hard to fully gauge his enhancements because his beast side had been so powerful.

“He didn’t hurt me,” Cassie said softly. He’d tackled Cain because Cain had been holding the gun to her head. She frowned at Cain.

He blinked. “What?”

“Thanks for shoving the gun at me.”

He flushed. “I was trying to do something to keep your attack phoenix off me!”

But he hadn’t been able to stop Trace from attacking. Trace had sliced him and then Trace had come back and tried to shield Cassie.

“How are your wounds?” Cassie asked Cain.

“Hurting like a bitch,” he replied instantly. “But don’t worry. It’s nothing that will kill me.” His smile was bitter. “I’ve felt death coming too many times. The bastard isn’t here now.”

Eve had already taken out some bandages for Cain. Once upon a time, she had done a stint in med school. The woman would be able to patch up her lover, no problem.

Patching up Trace? That would take much more of an effort.

“He calmed down when you talked to him,” Eve said, nodding toward Trace. “Whatever was happening to him, he remembered your voice.”

Your voice is your power. That was what Dante had told her. When you sing your siren’s song.

She backed away from Trace. Turned slowly to face Cain. “Do you hear anything . . . odd . . . when I talk to you?”

He frowned at her. Eve was cutting away his shirt. “Um, do I sound normal to you? Do I smell normal?” How bizarre is this conversation?

Speaking of bizarre . . . she’d just broken up a fight between two phoenixes and a werewolf. Her world was nothing but a bizarre bonanza.

Cain leaned toward her and inhaled deeply. “You smell . . . sweet.” He winced when Eve applied a bit too much pressure to his wound. “Not like you,” he hurried to reassure her. “Love, you know you smell like paradise and temptation. Every damn dream I’ve ever had.”

She smiled at him.

Cassie glanced away, feeling like an intruder just to have seen that intimate smile. “I-I knew it wasn’t true. I don’t know why he said—”

“But . . . there is something about your voice,” Cain muttered.

She tensed.

“It makes me feel . . . calm.”

Calm was the last thing she was feeling.

Cain shrugged. “Maybe that’s what is supposed to happen, though, right? You’re a doctor. You soothe your patients.”

Not all of them, she didn’t.

Some, like Trace—she seemed to push to attack others. Swallowing back her growing fear, Cassie focused on Trace. She had to do the best she could to heal him and to stabilize his beast.

Dante slowly opened his eyes. He was on his back on the hard floor, and a shining, silver ceiling waited above him.

She drugged me.

He surged to his feet, disbelief coursing through him as his gaze flew around the room. No, not a room. A holding cell. He recognized the silver metal that surrounded him. He’d seen it plenty in Genesis.

Cassie had thrown him in a special, fire-proof cell. Just like the ones he’d been held in before.

Not her.

“Cassie!” He bellowed her name.

He knew she was there.

To the right, a two-way mirror waited. The rest of the pricks at Genesis had thought they were safe behind that mirror. Fools. He’d always been able to hear them. And, when he focused his gaze just right, he could see them, too.

At first, as he headed toward that mirror, Dante saw his own glowering reflection. But when he focused his eyes, he saw Cassie standing there. Staring back at him.

For an instant, the past and the present merged for him.

She did this to me.

“Why?” Dante snapped.

She had her hands crossed over her chest. “That’s just what I was going to ask you.” Her voice was soft. She knew that she didn’t need to shout. “Why did you lie to me? Why did you make me think I could trust you?”

“Cain is a threat! If I don’t eliminate him, he’ll come for me.” Dante had been protecting himself, and her.

She shook her head. “Cain had no plans to kill you before you attacked him.” Her breath whispered out, and he picked up even that small sound. “Now, yes, I’m sure you’re on his hit list.”

Bring it on. He didn’t fear the other phoenix. He feared no one.