Seduction's Shift by A.C. Arthur

bet your ass something is wrong with her. You told me the damiana would enhance my drug. That it would make my product worth even more on the street based on its potent sexual high. I’m supposed to be creating a new-age drug here, not watching after some crazed shifter.”
    “I don’t know what’s going on. I just don’t know. Ary knows about the medicines of today. I don’t know.” Dropping his head in his hands, Davi sobbed louder.
    “Bring her out here and if she shifts again shoot her ass,” Sabar ordered.
    It had been hours since she’d killed Jose. Franco had dug a shallow grave, burying the remains. Not that Sabar gave a rat’s ass what happened to the remains of the pitiful shifter. He wasn’t going to amount to anything anyway. Hell, she’d actually saved Sabar the trouble of snapping the idiot’s neck. Then she’d run off into the forest roaring and circling back and forth like a confused house cat. Not until her father had gone out to talk to her did the feline calm down, allowing her to shift once more even though the human still appeared delirious.
    She’d slept and been fed. Now Sabar wanted to know what the hell had happened.
    Franco came through the door with Ary, her hands tied behind her back and her ankles shackled. Her hair had also been pulled back with a dirty band because Sabar wanted to see her face at all times. That had more to do with the stir in his dick when he looked into her sultry eyes than any of this drug business.
    “Aryiola,” Davi whimpered, moving closer to his daughter as she was dragged into the room.
    As the table had been destroyed, Franco just propped her against one of the walls and let her limp body slide down onto the floor. Davi fell to the floor with her, cupping her face in his hands.
    “Answer me, my dear. Tell me what you are feeling,” he implored.
    Ary’s head lolled back, her eyes open but not really focused. Through cracked lips she tried to speak. “Father, you are here?”
    “Yes. Yes, baby. I am here. How are you?”
    “My head hurts” was her reply.
    From across the room Sabar stood with his legs slightly parted, arms folded over his chest.
    “How did you feel when you killed Jose?” he asked.
    It was a quick motion compared with her otherwise sluggish movements. Ary’s gaze shot past her father to Sabar and instantly paled. Her pupils seemed huge, dancing around as if she were overly excited even though she was sitting perfectly still.
    “What? Why? Where am I?” she finally managed to ask. “How did you know where to find me?” This question was aimed at her father.
    Davi paused, not sure what his response should be.
    “He knew where you were because I told him where I was going to take you,” Sabar provided. “And I really don’t have the patience for the domestic issues. I have some questions about the damiana that I need you to answer, and I don’t have a lot of time.”
    This fucking forest was driving him crazy. The incessant rain was making him cranky as hell and he needed some pussy and some real food, fast. Staying out here in the depths of trees and rivers and dirt didn’t afford him the lifestyle he was growing accustomed to back in the States. He drove an Audi R8, owned several Hummers, lived in a converted brownstone that he’d decked out in class A style, and had a staff that cooked and cleaned for him on command. These basic elements out here were killing his mojo.
    “What’s he talking about?” she asked Davi. “Father, do you know what he’s talking about?”
    “Of course he knows. It was his idea. Tell her, Father, ” Sabar said with his signature sadistic laugh.
    An eerie sort of glee slipped down Sabar’s spine as he watched her heated gaze land on her father. There was tension there, a situation clearly about to blow. Too bad he didn’t really care.
    “Tell me about damiana, curandero . What are the effects?”
    “I wouldn’t tell you the time of day,” she spat in his direction. “Father, why