Free Seducing the Sergeant by Mina Carter Page B

wide as the words sank in. Wynter was Daniels’s daughter? Shiiit . That had been why he couldn’t access her files. There was no way he could get past the current admiralty security measures. Give him a couple of months working on them and yeah, but right now it was no can do.
    Camden was jostled as the soldiers dragged them and slapped mag-cuffs around his wrists. His breath escaped him in a rush as they turned the stun net off, and his body relaxed. Fuck, he felt like he’d been run over with a troop transport. Every muscle in his body screamed for rest. He ignored it, managing to walk from the barracks as the other two were carried. All the time the thoughts churned over and over in his mind.
    Why hadn’t Wynter told them who she was?
     
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    “Rrrrrraaaargggghhhh!”
    Rennick came awake with a roar, flinging himself from the corner of the cell where he’d been lying up to his feet. Camden stood a half second later and was forced to duck as Rennick’s claws rent the air where his head had been.
    “Fuck it! Ren, it’s me,” he said quickly, sliding in behind his newly awakened partner and pressing himself against Rennick’s back. He wrapped his arms around Ren, his mouth by the bigger man’s ear. “Shh, I got you. We’re safe.”
    “Ugh.” The tension drained from Ren’s body, and his claws disappeared back into his hands with a fleshy snick. “What the fuck happened?”
    He smoothed a hand over Camden’s on his chest and looked around. “Where’s Wynter? Fuck…if they’ve done something to her!”
    Camden dropped a kiss on the back of Rennick’s neck, leaning in with a sigh to draw comfort and strength from him. Even knowing how tough the bigger man was, he’d still worried when Rennick had taken a while to come around.
    “Wynter?” Camden’s voice was light, but he couldn’t hide the faint trace of bitterness. “You mean Wynter Ferris…?”
    Ren shot him a look that clearly indicated he thought Camden had taken a blow to the head. “Yeah, unless there’s another Wynter you want to tell me about?”
    “How about Wynter Daniels?” Camden watched Ren closely, only to get a blank look in reply. Nope. Not even a small flicker of realisation. “Daniels is Wynter’s maiden name. She took Ferris when she got married.”
    Rennick twisted to look at him, surprise written large on his features. “Huh? She’s Daniels’s daughter? And married? Since when? She’s got no marriage bands on her finger.”
    Camden shook his head and let go so Rennick could pace the cell. Vesuvians didn’t like enclosed spaces, and the room was small enough to count as enclosed to the big weredog.
    “No, she’s divorced now, but she kept her husband’s name. Doesn’t use Daniels anymore.” He’d been listening to the Admiral’s team chatter when they’d dumped him and Ren in here. “Seems Wynter and Daddy Dearest have been at odds for the last couple of years. She’s got some kind of protection order, which means he can’t track her like a normal soldier.”
    “Oh shit. Ferris. I knew the name sounded familiar.”
    Rennick paused his pacing at the other side of the cell and ran his hand through his longer-than-regulation hair. It always grew out of the standard-issue short back and sides within a week.
    Camden frowned. “It does?”
    “Yeah.” Rennick crossed the cell in three strides and sat down on the single, hard bunk next to Camden. “About ten years ago they’d put us in with some human troops. Just standard bods, nothing special. Their CO was a total prick though. Thought he was something because his father-in-law was a commodore. Even his own guys thought he was a fucking idiot, and we all pitied the wife. All he waffled on about was how her dad had promised him a fast track up the promotions ladder if he could keep her under control. Bastard wasn’t happy with that though, he was screwing anything female that looked at him twice.” Rennick shook his head. “No woman deserves