Two to Go
TWO TO GO
From the USA Today Bestselling Bayou Heat Series, comes an all new sexy, romantic suspense saga…
The Pantera Security League
6 Shifters, representing all Factions, working deep undercover. They prowl through the gray area between good and evil, willing to do whatever was necessary to protect their pack.
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She was a ghost.
It was part of the deal.
The shit they’d each signed. Not with a pen or in blood or anything, but with their agreement to join the Pantera Security League. While some weren’t taking that agreement very seriously—Cough, cough, Cerviel!—she did. With every breath she drew into her lungs.
The safe house at her back, the sun overhead, Elyon picked up speed, racing through the wetlands, darting in and out of the cypress. She never ventured into the Wildlands, of course. Rules, bitches, remember? But she did get…close. Close enough to work her favorite magic.
Shifting into her cat.
Shifting out of her cat.
Back and forth, like a blink of the eye, clicks on a camera. The feeling was a total rush. Heat and cold, wet and dry, hunger, then thirst. It was such an infrequent luxury to have fur on her back, and with each mile she covered, her frustration, her irritation at her fellow Six member started to ease. Unfortunately it couldn’t cease altogether, because that would be impossible. After all, the male had just declared some crazy shit back there. Calling someone his. Unwilling to leave her side. Declaring her his mate.
Hallie. That was her name.
Cue the eyeroll.
Elyon shifted into her cat again and snarled at a bird trying to keep pace with her. She couldn’t believe Cerviel had stepped over that line.
And with an asset!
She flashed back into her female form just as a rush of wind hit her face. Maybe she should give Ramiel a head’s up in L.A. so he didn’t completely lose his shit when he found out. Go hunting for Cerviel. Or Raphael. It was, after all, the big boss who’d told her fellow ghost to end it with that female who was this close to becoming his mate. Made him choose.
And now he was letting C off the hook like that…
After she’d completed her mission, she’d make a quickie trip to Hollyweird, take the male for a drink, or seven, and spill the beans. Unless, by some miracle, Cerviel had come to his senses and cut things off with Hallie by then—or at the very least he’d have something to say for himself that didn’t include long stretches of silence while he stared at the asset, drool running down his chin.
She leapt over a fallen log, shifting into her puma midflight. Yeah, baby. Not that she was opposed to drool. Or guys, males, drooling. When it was aimed at her, of course. She was, after all, a six foot, sleekly muscled hottie with silver-white hair that she’d buzzed close to her head. Her smooth skin was the color of caramel and her eyes were a brilliant, passionate blue. She’d had men drooling from the day she’d grown breasts. Once upon a time it had been a curse. Now it was just plain fun.
But she’d never, ever—ever—give up her life, her work, her vow for a Drooler.