For a moment she couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. Her heart pounded like a runaway drum and her mouth went dry. She stood there, fighting for air, uncertain what she would do. Rachael cleared her throat and forced the words out. “Come in, shut the door and bar it. I want to see your hands every second.”

“Damn it, Rachael. You know who I am.” The door was slammed just that bit too hard. Elijah dropped the bar in place and swung his head to glare at her. Tall, muscular, broad-shouldered, his black hair fell in the same riot of waves as hers did. “What the hell were you thinking, taking off like that?”

“Why are you here?” She didn’t lower the gun an inch.

“Put the damn thing down before you shoot yourself. You wouldn’t shoot me, not in a million years, so quit pretending you’re tough.” He took a step toward her.

“She might not shoot you, but I have a very clear shot and I won’t hesitate,” Delgrotto said in a low, disembodied tone.

Rachael watched her brother stiffen, watched the shock spread over his face. He’d always been so careful, paid attention to every detail. “Rachael, tell him who I am.”

“Elijah Lospostos. My brother. You have a lot of explaining to do Elijah.” She was looking at his bare feet, jeans, and unbuttoned shirt. “You shifted into the form of a leopard, didn’t you? How long have you been able to do that?”

He shrugged. “I’ve been traveling fast, Rachael. It wasn’t easy picking up your scent, not until I found it in the leopard form. I had a hell of a time getting away from camp with that guide always watching my every move. I could use something to drink, and I wouldn’t mind sitting down. And put the guns down. What kind of welcome is this? I traveled a thousand miles to save your butt.”

“No one asked you to, Elijah,” she said softly. “I never asked to be saved.” She blinked back tears. “Do you know a man named Duncan Powell?”

Her brother went ramrod stiff. “Has he been here? He’s a killer, Rachael and he’s one of us. He’ll be able to track you anywhere. Duncan is one of Armando’s hired guns. If he’s here…”

“He’s dead,” she interrupted. “He left a cobra in my bedroom and then followed me here.” She lifted her chin and glared at him. “Why did you come?”

Elijah pulled out a chair from the table and sank into it. “I told you why. Why do I always come after you? You can’t go running around unprotected, Rachael. If Armando gets his hands on you…”