Chapters (27)
“I hated that we had to kill her,” Conner said, and this time there was no mistaking the regret in his voice. “She was a female looking for a meal is all. I hate losing any of them.”
“I’m grateful I wasn’t her meal,” Isabeau admitted.
“I should have been more careful,” Conner said. “They lie under the banks in the natural caves there where the water is shallow and a little sluggish. We aren’t at a very high elevation and I should have been more alert.”
Elijah snickered and Conner sent him a glowering warning. Elijah just laughed. “Clearly, your mind was where it shouldn’t have been.”
Conner’s glower turned to a smoldering glare. “Why weren’t you alert?”
The glare didn’t have any more effect than the glower. Elijah laughed out loud. “Trying to converse, you mangy cat. It isn’t easy trying to get your sorry ass out of trouble. It takes some thinking.”
Isabeau burst out laughing. “Both of you are insane.”
“We’re insane? You’re the one standing there laughing after a snake tried to swallow you whole,” Elijah pointed out.
“I’m sure it would have dislocated all her bones first,” Conner said.
She shoved him, hoping for a big splash. Her push barely rocked him, but he flashed her another wide grin that shook her up, and his smile was worth missing out on seeing him going facedown in the water. It was the respect on his face. In his eyes. He was proud of her and there was respect in Elijah’s eyes as well. She couldn’t help the small, blossoming glow spreading inside of her.
“We’d better get you back and out of those wet clothes,” Conner said. “I’m going to shift.”
It was all the warning she got before his muscles contorted and fur slid along his back and belly. Claws burst through the tips of his fingers. She was shocked at how fast he could assume his other form. She fell into step beside him, unafraid, even though her heart pounded and she was aware of every movement in the forest. She was alive. Totally, absolutely alive.
Chapter 8
8
IT was happening all over again. Isabeau took a quick, surreptitious look around, hoping no one would notice her squirming. Her skin burned, felt too tight, every nerve ending raw and jumping. She rubbed her arms, and with even that light touch, her skin hurt. Deep inside the itch had grown to a demanding ache she couldn’t ignore.