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affected as well. The knowledge had gleamed plain as day in the predatory look in his eyes.
    No, he wasn’t likely to lose interest anytime soon. The male was bent on seduction. And her defenses were badly shaken.
    One day ago
    K ara sat on the floor of Skye and Paenther’s bedroom, playing with Skye’s pets, smiling at the antics of the black miniature schnauzer, Lady, and the tabby kitten, Tramp, as they simultaneously attacked a vicious chew toy. She was glad for the distraction.
    Skye stood at the window, worry drifting off her in waves, a worry Kara shared, though not to the same razor-sharp degree. Skye’s mate, Paenther, was in Poland, having led the team sent to battle the evil Ferals and to stop the ritual they’d begun that appeared designed to empower the High Daemon Satanan. Lyon remained at Feral House with a handful of men and all the Ferals’ mates. Feral House had to be protected. But those left behind paced. And worried.
    Skye gasped. “Kara . . .”
    â€œWhat’s the matter?” Dear God, if Skye had felt her mating bond break . . .
    â€œCome here. Quick.”
    Kara jumped up and ran to join Skye at the window. Peering out, she saw movement beyond the trees. Vehicles. Men leaping out in dark clothing.
    â€œPolice,” Kara gasped. “A SWAT team by the looks of it. Oh, this can’t be good.” She raced for the door, flung it open, and ran. “Lyon!”
    Her mate was halfway up the first flight of stairs before she reached the top step. He was so beautiful, her Lyon, so powerful and regal and sweet. “Cops. A SWAT team. I think they’re coming here.”
    â€œFoyer, now!” he shouted. The Ferals all possessed far stronger hearing than humans, or even the nonshifting Therians. But if his nearby warriors didn’t respond right away, he could contact them in an instant by shifting into his lion and calling to them telepathically.
    Lyon held out his hand for her as she raced down the stairs to join him. But when she reached him, he pulled her close, kissed her hair, then said, “Stay here.” As he strode into the living room to peer out the front window, Skye joined her.
    Not ten seconds later, Tighe, Jag, and Jag’s mate, Olivia, came running. Lynks appeared at the top of the stairs and started down at a more sedate pace. One of the two new Ferals who’d been cleared of the dark magic, Lynks was now a full-fledged member of the Feral team even if Lyon had admitted to her in private that the man was too soft to have ever been the one meant to be marked.
    â€œWe have trouble,” Lyon told them, striding from the living room. “There’s a human SWAT team surrounding the house.”
    In an instant, in a spray of colored lights, Tighe shifted into a fifteen-foot Bengal tiger, undoubtedly to speak to his pregnant mate, Delaney, who was napping upstairs. Ex-FBI, she was believed dead by her human colleagues. It wouldn’t do for them to find her alive and well . . . and immortal. Nor could they find Xavier, their cook’s assistant for whom the humans had been searching for weeks, or their cook, Pink, who could never pass for human.
    Lyon’s thoughts were clearly running parallel to Kara’s own. His gaze caressed her with that uberprotectiveness that both warmed her and sometimes drove her nuts. “Get the wives, Pink, and Xavier to the deep basement, my heart.” His gaze swung to Olivia. “You’ll accompany me outside, pretend to be my wife. If the situation gets out of hand, weaken them.”
    Olivia was not only a warrior who’d fought with the Therian Guard for centuries, but she possessed the rare ability of being able to suck the life force from others. And she had the control to drain just enough of an opponent’s energy to weaken and not kill.
    â€œI’ll attempt to cloud the mind of the leader.” Lyon’s gaze swung to his three