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  “Everything all right?” Sean asked as he straddled the bike behind Liam.

  Liam shifted uncomfortably, willing his growing hard-on to calm down. “It’s fine. Why wouldn’t it be?”

  “Because that thing in your pants looks painful.”

  Liam never found it easy to lie to his brother. “I was talking to Kim.”

  Sean started to laugh. He moved the sword strapped to his back to a comfortable position, then slid his arms around Liam’s waist. “You have it bad, Liam. Give up the dream and go shag a pretty Shifter. Annie maybe.”

  Liam started the bike. “She works at the bar now. I never get involved with the help.”

  “I didn’t say get involved. I said shag her. She’s been happy to oblige you in the past.”

  “It’s you she wants, Sean. I see her sweet gaze following your ass.”

  “Can we get a move on? I’d like to make this kill and be done with it.”

  Liam didn’t reply. He knew Sean needed to calm his nerves, and stirring up his big brother was his favorite method.

  Liam glided the bike, a Harley he’d bought for next to nothing and restored, into the street, then turned the corner and drove out of Shiftertown. He headed through crowded streets to the highway that would take them east out of the city. In his rearview mirrors, the skyline of downtown Austin glowed against the dark sky, the lit-up dome of the capitol a yellow beacon.

  They turned down an inky-black road past Bastrop and rode across open country. Fergus’s trackers had called right after Liam and Sean had finished their burgers, saying they’d followed the feral to some abandoned warehouses way east of town. The feral had made camp there, and the shit wasn’t going anywhere, so could Sean and Liam please bestir themselves and come do their jobs?

  If the trackers ran true to form, Liam knew they wouldn’t show their asses if there was any kind of fight. They’d hightail it out of there as soon as Liam and Sean arrived. It was the trackers’ job only to point the way, after all.

  Liam parked well down the road from the warehouse, he and Sean doing the last stretch on foot. A chain-link fence surrounded the property of the once-prosperous business, but the flimsy barrier had been sliced open in plenty of places, with one whole section of it knocked flat. Crickets chirped in loud profusion outside the fence, but once Liam and Sean stepped over the fallen chain link, all animal noises ceased.

  Liam smelled the stench right after that. Even a human would notice it, but to a Shifter the smell was like a body blow. Liam felt his lips curl back, his teeth elongate into fangs.

  He tried to suppress his killing instinct, but it wasn’t easy. Dylan seemed to think he and Sean would come out here and solve the problem in cool detachment. But Dylan hadn’t seen the Shifter woman’s body, hadn’t found her children. Liam wanted to savage, no offers of mercy. So did Sean, probably even more than Liam did.

  Without a word, the brothers separated, Sean unstrapping the sword from his back. Liam moved noiselessly through the shadows of the warehouse and stepped through a door that gaped open to the night.

  The stench made him gag. Liam’s cat’s eyes adjusted to the dark, and he walked forward, scanning each sable shadow.

  Before Liam had made it halfway across the warehouse floor, the feral stepped forward to meet him. He didn’t look as wild as Liam had thought he would. He was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, sweat-soaked in the humid Texas night. Except for being caked with dirt, not wearing a Collar, and his oppressive BO, he looked like any other Shifter from Shiftertown. Of course his neck was so black with filth, Liam wouldn’t have been able to see a Collar if he had one.

  “Don’t you take baths, man?” Liam asked.

  The Shifter snarled, his face elongating into something between human and wolf. A Lupine. Bloody wonderful.

  “There’s good soap nowadays,” Liam went on. “Makes you sweet as a garden. You should try it. That is, if you’re not busy killing wee ones like the bastard you are.”

  The Lupine grated, “Traitor. Collared pet.”

  “No, lad. Survivor. We don’t go around murdering anymore, didn’t you hear? Especially not the cubs, and damn you don’t know how much I want to kill you for that.”

  “I wanted the woman. Not her spawn by another Shifter.”

  “Those days are over, lick-brain.” Liam took the Collar out of his pocket, feeling the strength of the steel, the bite of magic that wound through it. “I’m offering you this chance because my father makes me play by the rules, no matter what. Me, I’d rather kill you.” He stepped forward. “One size fits all. Come on, take it like a man.”

  “I’m not a man. Neither are you. Are you too weak to fight me, Feline?”

  “No,” Liam said. “But you have two choices. Face me, or face the Guardian.”

  The other Shifter tensed. “The Guardian isn’t here.”

  “Yes, he is.” Sean stepped out of the shadows behind the Shifter. He drew the broadsword, its blade ringing in the still air.

  The Shifter swung to Sean. He inhaled sharply, then whirled back to Liam and did the sniff-test again.

  “I only smelled . . .” The Shifter broke off, his light blue wolf eyes fixed on Liam.

  Liam held out the Collar, still offering. “You take the Collar, I might resist killing you. Maybe you didn’t understand what you were doing. I have about two brain cells that believe that. You refuse . . . Well, let’s just say our Sean is even more pissed at you than I am.”

  Liam felt the air contract as the man shifted all the way. He didn’t bother taking off his clothes; he let them fray as his wolf’s body split the fabric. Sean waited, and Liam wondered if the Lupine understood how much Sean was holding back. The brothers’ instructions were to kill the feral only as a last resort.

  The wolf shook off the remains of the clothes, his eyes filled with rage. Liam didn’t move. “Come on, lad. Shiftertown pretty much wants you dead without quarter. Dylan convinced me to give you a chance. Don’t throw that away.”

  The wolf snarled. He rose on his hind legs, returning to human form. Now he was naked, not a pretty sight.

  “I smell it on you.” His nostrils flared in contempt. “A human. You scent-marked a human woman.” How the Shifter could smell anything beyond his own stink, Liam didn’t know, but his blood ran cold. “Abomination,” the Shifter hissed.

  “You know big words, do you?” Liam asked. “Let me give you some short ones: Take the fucking Collar.”

  With a crackle of bones, the Shifter morphed back into a wolf. Liam braced himself for the attack, but the wolf abruptly whirled and sprinted in the other direction.

  Sean was there, his sword biting into the Shifter’s side. The wolf didn’t slow. He howled, leapt out of the warehouse, and ran off into the night.

  “Shit.” Sean brought the sword up again. “Idiot!”

  He could have meant Liam, the Shifter, or himself. Liam balled his fists as fear poured through him. “Bloody hell, he’s going to track her.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “Kim. He smelled her on me.”

  “He’s been wounded by the Guardian’s sword. He won’t get far. We’ll ride after him and finish it.”

  “Not wounded enough.” The feral had seemed unusually strong—he must have been to kill a Shifter female guarding her cubs. Shifter females didn’t go down easily, and one protecting her precious young would fight twice as hard. Liam could taste the feral’s adrenaline spike in the air, a more vicious tang than it should have had. Something was wrong with him that sharply ramped up Liam’s fear.

  Liam started swiftly out of the warehouse, running by the time he hit the weed-infested parking lot.

  “Liam.” Sean sprinted after him. “If he makes it, he’ll track the scent back to Shiftertown first, and Dad will make short work of him.”

  “Not if he’s as good as I think he is. He’ll track both my scent and hers. Kim took that double-scent home with her.”

  He started the bike, and as soon as
Sean leapt on he roared away. Sean might be right, and the feral Shifter might go nowhere near Kim, but Liam couldn’t take that chance.

  Liam raced the bike back down the highway to the city, then north on the freeway. He dove off and angled west, through the main city, circling fine homes that clung to the hillside above the river. The night was hot and dank, but the air rushing past the bike felt chilled.

  He thought of the red dot on the computer map that indicated Kim’s house. To him, the red dot was a target, an announcement of her vulnerability. He needed to warn her, protect her, hold her, taste her . . .

  If it wasn’t too late.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  A muffled tinkle of broken glass trickled from the kitchen downstairs. At first Kim rolled over in bed, not paying attention. This was a safe neighborhood, never any break-ins.

  When hinges of the kitchen door squeaked, she sat up straight.

  Kim hadn’t been asleep. She’d been staring at the dark ceiling for the last hour, absorbed in thoughts of Liam. How his warm, friendly voice tickled her ear, how the corners of his eyes crinkled when he smiled, how nice his butt looked in those tight jeans. Now her heart pounded, adrenaline pumping as she heard someone moving around her kitchen.

  Should she trust her martial arts classes? In her baby-doll nightie?

  Screw that. The magic numbers were 911.

  Kim lifted her cell phone from the nightstand, thumb reaching for the numbers. She smelled a sudden sour odor, and then the phone flew across the room and shattered against the wall.

  Before she could scream, strong hands lifted her by the neck. Kim found herself staring into white-blue eyes in a hard male face that had half changed to a wolfish form. Lips lifted from pointed canines, and the breath that washed over her smelled like rotten meat. Kim fought frantically as the half-shifted man’s hands cut off her air, claws raking hot pain. He was going to kill her. Through her dimming vision she realized that this Shifter wore no Collar.

  Then suddenly she was free. Kim crashed back into the bed, gasping for breath, as the Shifter was ripped from her. She dragged her hair out of her face in time to see a wildcat slam the Shifter to her bedroom floor. Snarling filled the room, not angry doggy snarling, but the real thing, wild animals in red-hot fury.

  Sean Morrissey stood inside Kim’s bedroom doorway, holding a broadsword that gleamed with light of its own. Sean’s eyes were midnight dark and full of rage. His gaze fixed on the fight in the middle of the floor, but he didn’t rush to interfere. He watched, waiting.

  The creatures upended Kim’s dresser and nightstand and shoved her bed across the room like it was a cardboard box. Sean didn’t do anything, just stood there with the sword ready. Kim heard herself shouting, but her words were lost in the animal screams as the two creatures fought.

  The wildcat—ears back, canines extended—snapped its jaw across the wolf’s throat. The wolf yelped once. Its paws scrabbled hard against the wildcat’s body, drawing blood, before the wolf’s head lolled to the side and it fell to the carpet, lifeless. The wildcat sat back, sides heaving, watching the corpse as though expecting it to get up again.

  Kim fought the urge to laugh hysterically. Excuse me but there’s a deceased wolf and a wildcat in my bedroom! She wasn’t certain what kind of wildcat it was—tawny like a cougar, muscled like a leopard, with a hint of stripe like a tiger. It also had the huge jaws and massive paws of a male lion. But the cat didn’t look weird, like a mishmash. It was lithe, beautiful, powerful.

  Sean finally moved. The wildcat backed off as Sean raised the sword, then drove its point into the dead wolf’s chest. The wolf shimmered, became the half-shifted man who’d attacked Kim, then slowly disintegrated to ash. At the same time, the wildcat rose on its hind feet and flowed back into the form of a very naked Liam Morrissey.

  Mmm, he looks good, the back of Kim’s mind said. Rippling muscles, smooth skin, wiry dark hair spreading across his chest. Tight abdomen, massive thighs, huge . . . Oh, man.

  As soon as air poured back into Kim’s lungs, screams hurtled out of her mouth. She tried to stop them, but hysterical reaction grabbed her and wrung her in its grip.

  Liam’s big body was next to her on the bed, his hand covering her mouth. “Hush, now, love. It’s over.”

  Delayed shock. Understandable. I’ll be all right.

  Liam’s hand was warm, somehow comforting, even though he was trying to keep her quiet. After a moment he gave her an inquiring look, and she nodded, indicating she’d finished screaming. Liam lifted his hand away, and Kim dragged in a deep breath, inhaling his heady male scent.

  “Liam, man, get yourself dressed,” Sean said. “You’ll scare the woman.”

  “No, it’s all right.” Kim closed her eyes, felt Liam’s bare arms and legs encircling hers. Nope, didn’t bother her at all. She opened her eyes again and looked at Liam. “What the hell just happened?”

  “We killed him,” Liam said. “We had no choice. The bastard would have killed you.”

  “Is that what happens to Shifters? They dissolve into dust, like vampires on TV?”

  Sean didn’t answer, standing stoically with the sword still pointed at the floor.

  “No.” Liam eased himself away from Kim. She wanted to reach for him again, have him enclose her back into that so very nice, naked embrace. “Only the ones Sean runs through with that sword. Sean is our Guardian.”

  Sean’s eyes narrowed. “Liam.”

  “What’s a Guardian?” More nonverbal cues flew between the brothers, not telepathy, but body language so subtle she couldn’t catch it all, let alone understand it.

  “A protector,” Liam said. “Of Shiftertown, in this case.”

  “I didn’t see a Collar on the Shifter.” Kim shivered suddenly, violently. “I was going to die, wasn’t I?”

  “He would have killed you. He was feral. That means he was dangerous, to you, to me, to our families. He’d already killed a Shifter female and her children.”

  Kim gaped. “Wait, I heard about the Shifter woman dying. I thought she and her kids were killed in a car accident on a back highway in Hill Country. Weren’t they?”

  “No, lass.” Liam looked so sad. Sean stood apart, incongruous in jeans and T-shirt with the medieval-looking sword. “She was murdered. Sean and me, we put her body in her car and pushed it into that ditch and set it alight.”

  “Why?” Kim got off the bed. She realized all she wore was a short, silky baby-doll, and she grabbed for the robe she’d tossed to a chair. “Why not report the crime and have the Shifter brought in?”

  “Because it’s our responsibility.” Liam’s gaze took in her body as she hastily shrugged on the robe, but his voice rang with anger. Sean gave a nod of agreement.

  “No, it isn’t,” Kim said. “Shifters live in the human world now—that means human law prevails. You signed the agreement. The Shifter should have been arrested and tried like anyone else, not killed vigilante-style by you and Sean.”

  She ran out of breath. The two men weren’t listening to her but looking at each other, still talking without talking. The weight of the Shifter’s death pressed on the room.

  Finally Sean shook his head and slid his sword into a leather sheath. “You’re effing crazy, Liam, you know? You do what you have to, I’m reporting in to Dad.”

  “Do that. Take my bike.”

  “What, you think I’d be hitching a ride with a sword strapped to my back? I’ll see you at home.”

  With a final scowl, Sean turned and left the room, carrying the sword by its sheathed blade. Kim heard him on the stairs, and then the back door slammed beneath them, shaking the house.

  “Come on.” Liam got up, still naked and unembarrassed about it. “Get dressed and go downstairs. I’ll cook you some dinner—you look peaky.”

  “The Shifter—he’s . . .” Kim swallowed. “All over my carpet.” Gray dust coated the rug she’d bought at an antique store out in Fredericksburg. “Ew.”

  Liam enfolded her in his arms
and kissed her neck, his warmth like a blanket on her cold skin. “I’ll take care of this, love. Go on downstairs and wait for me.”

  Kim didn’t want to. She wanted to stay here for a while and run her hands along Liam’s broad, strong shoulders. His body was solid and reassuring, and so was his smile. She could stand here in his arms all damned night.

  Liam kissed her neck again. “You’ll be all right. Go on, now.”

  Kim was never sure how she made herself back away, grab her clothes, and scoot across the hall to her guest bedroom to change. As she made her way downstairs, she strained to hear what Liam did in her bedroom, but all was silent.

  Liam found his clothes where he’d thrown them off in Kim’s kitchen and slid them on. His adrenaline was still high, his heart pumping hard and fast. He wanted to run, hunt, grab Kim and have unbridled sex with her. Containing himself wasn’t easy, but his body running so hot would continue to stave off the pain that was coming. And then he’d pay. Damn, would he pay.

  Kim hunched on a sofa on the other side of the breakfast bar. She had no kitchen table and chairs; instead, a couple of stools stood at the counter, and she’d filled the rest of the room with a couch and two comfortable-looking chairs.

  Her loose hair straggled over the blouse she’d put on, her blue eyes enormous as she watched Liam dress. He’d cleaned himself up in her bathroom after he’d vacuumed what was left of the feral Shifter from the rug. The bugger wouldn’t come out all the way out, though.

  “You’ll have to send that carpet out for cleaning,” he said.

  Kim whitened. “Oh, God.”

  “I’ll do it for you. It’s my fault the shite came here at all.”

  “Why do you keep saying it’s your fault? Not everything is your responsibility. You live in the human world now.”

  She was trying to hold on to what she knew, what she’d been told. Humans liked to comfort themselves like that.