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All that , trying to loosen some of the tension in her neck and shoulders, she inserted the key into the lock and let herself into the dark living roohts illu out of the ordinary Nothing moved No sound carried to her ears But as she closed the door behind her, a faint tingle pricked her skin, tripping her pulse Telling her she was being watched

Her breath caught She wasn’t alone

But even as the adrenaline surged, her y, she was stronger than a huth to any human male And after a thousand years, her hand-to-hand combat skills were excellent She could handle hiar

The intruder rabbed for her bracelet, to escape back to the Crystal Real hand cla it away froed her other wrist

He was too strong Too fast Too big

Feral Warrior

Crap, crap, crap Daar He’d known she’d be able to sense him and had sent another in his place

With a swift backward kick, she slaht as well have hit a brick wall

"Do your worst, Sugar"

She sla to hit his nose, but he was too tall and she barely clipped his chin "Where’s Kougar?"

"On his way"

Double shit She tried to twist out of his grasp, and for auntil she realized he’d used her own ainst her Before she could stop hiainst the nearest wall, wrenching one hand wide fro the Ferals were!

The cold bite of steel snicked around the wrist of her outstretched arled, her second wrist quickly one

A ht flooded her living roo her captor Like the Ferals she’d known in the past, he was tall, broad-shouldered, muscular A man women of all races noticedand ood cut, his pants caolden armband that wrapped around his upper arm, an armband with the head of some kind of predatory cat

The shifter pulled out his cell phone even as he watched her with curious eyes "Got her Now are you going to tell ust passed over his features as he put the phone away

"Verbose, the ar?" the Feral drawled "Why are you so i love to my newfor a way out Within the throbbing, erraticto move toward her Hells bells

The shifter studied her "You’re not Mage Number one, you don’t have the copper rims around your irises Number two, Captain Death didn’t warn me not to let you touch ave a brief scowl "Probably"

She cocked her head at him "Captain Death?"

His mouth kicked up on one side "The man’s cold as, and delivers it aze flicking down over her scrubs "I don’t knohat he wants with you, Florence Nightingale, but for your sake, I hope it’s nothing more than a quick roll in the hay"

"Who are you?"

"I’er than a hu a o"

"Nice try, sweetheart Do I have idiot engraved across my forehead?"

If only she still had the ability to turn to mist With her hands cuffed, she was all but helpless There was nothing ar, then hope she could ar strode up the front walk of the sht house He could feel Ariana inside as strongly as any beacon, s bond His plan to capture her had worked like a char her to free his friends fro, he strode into the living roo on the sofa, his feet propped up on the coffee table, a baseball game on the television Ariana stood with her back to the wall, her wrists caught inhad attached to the wall

He had to hand it to Jag He’d carried out Kougar’s directions precisely, though attaching her to the as a s’s The drill he must have used sat on the coffee table

Ariana’s eyes speared hiain in medical scrubs, a black sweater over the plain about the wo them Her dark hair was up in a casual knot, her slender neck exposed and beckoning Goddess how he’d loved to kiss her neck, to trail his th fro the soft moan of pleasure in her throat

Would this woman without a soul react to his touch the way his beloved had? Goddess, did he really want to know? No, he didn’t He wanted only one thing from her, and that was the rescue of his friends

But as she watched him with hard, wary eyes, herto be a battle all the way He could hardly appeal to her compassion, not when the woar inside hied to be free to race to her and lick her face As if she were truly Kougar’s mate and not some soulless look-alike

She’s not ours, Cat She hasn’t been for centuries