Desolate. H wriggled his hands and twisted his wrists against the knots binding him to the chair. His already-weakened shields were wavering, but he needed to find a way out. They’d covered his head after knocking him out on the beach, but the sounds of waves sloshing beneath a dock and slapping the sides of a boat had woken him. The tops of his feet ached from slamming against steps as he’d been dragged below deck, but he’d allowed them to believe he was still unconscious in hopes of discovering their plans.  They believed the lenses existed and he had hidden them. Elise, the blonde from the study who’d recognized Ava, had been charged with searching the lab and retrieving the contacts. Janus’s attacks had been intended to sidetrack H so his attention was elsewhere. Now, he’d resorted to encouraging H to reveal where the lenses were hidden.  If they discovered he was once again the tool they sought, that the moisture in his eyes had triggered an unintended bonding and fused the lenses to him, there would be no escape for him.
What do You think about Illicit Intuitions: Sensory Ops, Book 3 (2012)?
