Without warning the sound of gunshots rang out and bullets bit into the trees all around them. Conner flung her down, his body completely blanketing hers, the gun in his hands as he swiveled around to face behind them. Several large animals crashed through the trees to the left of them and above them. Leaves fell from the canopy as a migration of monkeys passed overhead.

It was hot. Steam rose along with smoke. She could hear the crackle of flames and the sounds of animals panicking. Swarms of insects passed over their heads, and leaves shriveled and blackened as the heat swept through the trees, turning the forest into an oven. Her cat fought for survival, suddenly frightened. She instinctively struggled, wanting to run with the other animals.

Conner’s palm curved around the nape of her neck and he lowered his head to whisper into her ear. His voice was gentle. Soothing. Like a black velvet cloth stroking her inside and out. “Sestrilla, you can’t panic. We can’t move until I remove the threat behind us and the fire’s coming. I’ll get you out of here. Just stay with me.”

She took a breath and forced herself back under control. She wasn’t the panicking type, but the cat was definitely jittery. “It’s not me.”

Sestrilla. He’d called her that before. The word was foreign and exotic. She’d loved it before, when they’d lain together, their bodies wrapped around one another, but now she feared the power of that small word over her. She went soft and mushy inside. Opened to him. More vulnerable than ever.

“You and your cat are one. It doesn’t feel like it to you, because she’s just rising. But you’re always in control. She’s going to panic at the smell and feel of the fire, but you know you’re safe. You have to trust me and she will too.”

Trust him. Why had he used that particular word? Trust him? She might as well put a gun to her own head. Before she could reply, he pressed his fingers tighter around her neck, growling low in his throat. She froze. Her hands opened and she pressed her palms into the earth. Something heavy was running toward them.