Free Shadows and Silk by Liliana Hart

those changes had only intensified the sexual chemistry.
    The glimpses of danger she saw in him didn’t scare her away. She loved the way he
     touched her, the way he demanded that she surrender. Even now, her breasts felt full
     and heavy and her clit throbbed, begging for attention. And there was nowhere she
     could go to find relief. Not without him knowing.
    She gathered her files and went to the long conference table that sat on the opposite
     side of the aisle . If anything, Declan always made efficient use of his time and work space , so his plane was set up much like a boardroom . Maps and photographs lay in rigid order on the mahogany surface, and she added the
     new pictures she’d found after Declan had left her hotel room earlier that morning.
    More women were dead. The body count had only increased over the past months since she’d been deciphering the glyphs. The problem was they were always a step behind. Ramos hadn’t put the drug Rabbit out on the worldwide market yet. It wasn’t even the exact same drug the del Fuego cartel had been distributing four years ago. But it was still just
     as deadly. Even more so, if such a thing were possible.
    The Sinaloa cartel and Ramos had made their name and fortune from cocaine distribution.
     And once he’d successfully taken over the del Fuego cartel and moved the labs, he’d
     had the scientists experiment with the original formula. They’d targeted individual
     women at first. Mostly American tourists .
    The core of Rabbit was the same. It was a date rape drug, plain and simple. It was topical , which is what made it different from other date rape drugs. Only a small amount
     had to touch the skin for it to be effective—easy for anyone to administer by jostling
     or bumping the victim in a crowd or dancing too close at a club . It took less than a minute to take effect—for the vicious heat to take hold and
     the lust to compromise all rational thought . It was a drug that made the victim seem like the willing, even though those who’d
     survived had heard their own screams of refusal in the backs of their minds even as
     they’d welcomed the next waiting man into their arms.
    But Ramos had decided to cut the drug with a little cocaine, and the results had tripled
     the death count. The cocaine added a violence and adrenaline rush to the victim . The crime scenes had been horrendous. She’d seen some of the photographs. At least
     the ones Declan had cleared her to see. The damage a hundred and twenty pound woman
     could do to a full grown man—several full grown men—with the right mix of chemicals
     in the system was jaw dropping. The victim had killed more than one of her attackers
     before her body had finally overtaxed itself and she’d gone into cardiac arrest.
    Ramos had had to readjust several times over the last year before he had a sal e able product, and it looked like he’d finally found the right amount of cocaine to
     lace in the drug. It was just enough to make the victim think she was having a good
     time, and keep her alive a few hours longer than the original drug . Until her heart finally gave out from exertion . The lust didn’t dissipate over time. The more orgasms you had, the more you wanted.
    Darcy took off her glass es and rubbed her eyes. The deaths were increasing in frequency, and she knew it was
     because Ramos had perfected the formula and was ready to hold an auction for major buyers all over the world . And that’s where her expertise came into this. She lined up the pictures of the newest hieroglyphs —nothing more the crude graffiti drawn onto the side of a building . The note Declan had attached said they were only two days old.
    Ramos’s men were using the glyphs as coordinates for drop locations. It was part of the reason Ramos hadn’t been caught. He had thousands of men to take
     the fall for him. The glyphs were a map of sorts. Ramos would deliver the drug to
     his cartel members, and then they’d use the