“Which one are you? Suma or Zorba?” Conner asked.

The leopard snarled again and Conner’s cat clawed for supremacy. His eyes must have changed because the man’s expression changed. Fear entered for the first time, cracking the air of superiority. “What difference does it make?”

Conner shrugged. “The difference between dying slow in agonizing pain or quick and merciful.”

“I don’t much like my choices.”

“Then you shouldn’t have put your claws into my mate.”

A nervous tic broke the concentrated stare the leopard was trying to maintain. Conner noted that and immediately changed his opinion. This one couldn’t be either Suma or Zorba. They were older, more experienced, and neither would flinch at trying to take another leopard’s mate. It was strictly taboo in their society and carried a death sentence, but either of the two rogues wouldn’t have cared, believing themselves above the law.

“I just want to get out of here in one piece. I don’t want her hurt.”

Conner lifted his eyebrow. “You have a strange way of showing that with your claws in her throat. Your own elder would sentence you to death for harming a woman.”

“You have no idea what’s going on.”

“Tell me.” Conner kept firm control of his cat, who was angry with him now for not leaping forward to kill.

The smell of Isabeau’s blood drove the animal insane. Conner might not have been able to stay in control had she looked terrified, or cried, but she kept her eyes locked with his, silently telling him she knew he would get her out of the situation. He had no idea if she knew the others were closing in, but he knew. He was counting on Adan’s poison dart.

One slash of those lethal claws and the rogue would kill Isabeau. If the cat knew he had no chance, he just might be spiteful enough to take her with him. Leopards were notorious for their black tempers. All of the members of his team were fast—as men or leopards—but those claws were already too close to her jugular, and all leopards knew exactly where to strike a deathblow.

“You shouldn’t be out here. There’s an Indian stirring up trouble. If I kill him, I have a job. It’s no big deal. He’s a pain in the ass to everyone, holding up progress and killing innocent men who get in his way. We have a chance at making a lot of money with him gone.”

“So Cortez promised you money to kill Adan Carpio and you decided all those children were expendable.”

The leopard blinked. “What children? What are you talking about? This isn’t about children.”