male was pissed .
He may have shifted to human form, but a primitive tension poured off him that sent her heart beating hard enough to hurt.
Splashing rain counted dangerous seconds as he waited in silent demand, not saying a word.
Sawdust filled her mouth. She tried to swallow, her gaze caught and held by his. Heat flashed in her abdomen. The animal deep down took over, lowering her hand and the gun. Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip, her gaze dropping to his chest. Both shoulders shook with the need to challenge him, but inside, the lioness purred.
Her mind blanked. Was the lioness returning? Finally?
He held out a hand. She faltered before sliding her palm along his. Strong fingers threaded through, and he pivoted to lead her home. “We’ll discuss this on the plane.”
Chapter 5
J ordan’s cell phone rang on the way to the airport. Glancing at the silent woman in the passenger seat of the rented SUV, he shoved away the sense of dread and put the device to his ear. Leather crinkled when he moved. “What?”
“I found a lair,” Baye said, birds squawking in the background. “At least, the werewolves have hunkered down around here somewhere. Lance and I need Katie to come sense them.”
Irritation heated the air in Jordan’s chest. He had enough on his mind at present. “She’s busy and we need to meet the plane.”
“I know. But it has to be Brent, and this might be our only chance to find him.”
Jordan fought a growl. Brent’s survival was on his head, and if possible, he needed to end the evil bastard. He eyed his watch. They did have enough time to do one last mission. Plus, he’d never seen Katie in action with her team. He glanced at the quiet woman, wondering what was going to happen when all the outlying squads were taken out of service. With werewolves becoming more intelligent, would they be able to find more shifters to infect easier than the Kurjans did? He shook his head and shoved frustration down. “All right. But we need to make it fast.”
Signaling, he moved into the right lane. Dawn had arrived not long before, and the interstate was mainly empty. “Give me directions.”
Katie waited until he’d clicked off. “Baye?”
“Yes. Lair.” Jordan took the next exit, his mind humming. “We need you to find it.”
“Finding lairs is my job.” She turned to look out the window, her voice distracted. “What part of the area?”
Why did the local trees fascinate her so much? “Salvador Wildlife Management Area.”
“Interesting. We’ll need a boat to get to the inner marshes.” She didn’t really sound interested.
He eyed her, trying to figure out what was wrong. The woman had dressed in faded jeans and a yellow top reminding him of her mama’s tulips. Millie Smith had the prettiest garden of anyone in town.
He grinned, remembering when Katie had to pull weeds for an entire summer after trying to sneak out of the house when sixteen. Not much got past Millie. He cleared his throat. “Um, you’re probably wondering about Brent. About us being cousins.”
Katie tilted her head. “Oh yeah.”
Well, apparently she hadn’t been wondering. What in the world was the woman thinking about? “Brent’s father led our people about three hundred years ago. The Kurjans massacred his parents, my parents, the Kayrs rulers, and many others.” A brilliant trap had been set into place, and the Kurjans had changed the dynamics of the world. The war had instantly started.
Katie rubbed her chin, turning to face him. “I’m sorry about your parents, Jordan.”
Figured the woman would offer comfort instead of condemnation for his never telling her the story. Something cut deep in his solar plexus. “Well, Brent disappeared and I stepped up to rule in a time of war.” In a time of blood and death.
Jordan held his breath as he awaited her reaction. The woman’s IQ reached genius level. She’d know Brent didn’t just disappear.
But apparently her mind was focused
He may have shifted to human form, but a primitive tension poured off him that sent her heart beating hard enough to hurt.
Splashing rain counted dangerous seconds as he waited in silent demand, not saying a word.
Sawdust filled her mouth. She tried to swallow, her gaze caught and held by his. Heat flashed in her abdomen. The animal deep down took over, lowering her hand and the gun. Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip, her gaze dropping to his chest. Both shoulders shook with the need to challenge him, but inside, the lioness purred.
Her mind blanked. Was the lioness returning? Finally?
He held out a hand. She faltered before sliding her palm along his. Strong fingers threaded through, and he pivoted to lead her home. “We’ll discuss this on the plane.”
Chapter 5
J ordan’s cell phone rang on the way to the airport. Glancing at the silent woman in the passenger seat of the rented SUV, he shoved away the sense of dread and put the device to his ear. Leather crinkled when he moved. “What?”
“I found a lair,” Baye said, birds squawking in the background. “At least, the werewolves have hunkered down around here somewhere. Lance and I need Katie to come sense them.”
Irritation heated the air in Jordan’s chest. He had enough on his mind at present. “She’s busy and we need to meet the plane.”
“I know. But it has to be Brent, and this might be our only chance to find him.”
Jordan fought a growl. Brent’s survival was on his head, and if possible, he needed to end the evil bastard. He eyed his watch. They did have enough time to do one last mission. Plus, he’d never seen Katie in action with her team. He glanced at the quiet woman, wondering what was going to happen when all the outlying squads were taken out of service. With werewolves becoming more intelligent, would they be able to find more shifters to infect easier than the Kurjans did? He shook his head and shoved frustration down. “All right. But we need to make it fast.”
Signaling, he moved into the right lane. Dawn had arrived not long before, and the interstate was mainly empty. “Give me directions.”
Katie waited until he’d clicked off. “Baye?”
“Yes. Lair.” Jordan took the next exit, his mind humming. “We need you to find it.”
“Finding lairs is my job.” She turned to look out the window, her voice distracted. “What part of the area?”
Why did the local trees fascinate her so much? “Salvador Wildlife Management Area.”
“Interesting. We’ll need a boat to get to the inner marshes.” She didn’t really sound interested.
He eyed her, trying to figure out what was wrong. The woman had dressed in faded jeans and a yellow top reminding him of her mama’s tulips. Millie Smith had the prettiest garden of anyone in town.
He grinned, remembering when Katie had to pull weeds for an entire summer after trying to sneak out of the house when sixteen. Not much got past Millie. He cleared his throat. “Um, you’re probably wondering about Brent. About us being cousins.”
Katie tilted her head. “Oh yeah.”
Well, apparently she hadn’t been wondering. What in the world was the woman thinking about? “Brent’s father led our people about three hundred years ago. The Kurjans massacred his parents, my parents, the Kayrs rulers, and many others.” A brilliant trap had been set into place, and the Kurjans had changed the dynamics of the world. The war had instantly started.
Katie rubbed her chin, turning to face him. “I’m sorry about your parents, Jordan.”
Figured the woman would offer comfort instead of condemnation for his never telling her the story. Something cut deep in his solar plexus. “Well, Brent disappeared and I stepped up to rule in a time of war.” In a time of blood and death.
Jordan held his breath as he awaited her reaction. The woman’s IQ reached genius level. She’d know Brent didn’t just disappear.
But apparently her mind was focused
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