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hard look leaped into his eyes, alarming her.
    â€œI’m sorry, Kara.”
    Before she could open her mouth to call for help, he jammed his thumb beneath her ear.
    Her world went dark.
    L yon kept his arms in the air, his gaze locked with the human’s in front of him. “There’s nothing wrong here, Officer. We had the television on, and the windows open.”
    â€œI told you it was too loud,” Olivia added tartly. She turned to the officer. “He insists on being able to hear the TV anywhere in the house.”
    Lyon’s gaze moved to another of the officers, then another still, catching their gazes, trying to calm them, to steal their wariness. If he could touch them, it would be far easier. But that wasn’t a possibility at the moment. He had to get them out of here without incident. Because there were too damn many cop cars. In the distance, gathering along the street, he could see neighbors watching the goings-on with avid eyes. If Feral House were overrun, the cops disappearing inside, he feared there would be no end to this. There were only so many defensive positions the Ferals could take before they were forced to reveal themselves. And that was the one thing they could never do. Once the humans realized shape-shifters and magic-wielders lived among them, the immortals would be forever on the run, hunted to extinction.
    â€œThis is all a misunderstanding,” Lyon said quietly to the man in front of him, his gaze once more locked on his. “There’s nothing the matter here.”
    â€œWhat’s he saying?” one of the others asked a companion on the other side of the driveway. They might be speaking far too quietly for a human to overhear at this distance, but not a Feral. “Why the hell doesn’t Jim have him on the ground?”
    â€œBeats me. He’s one big motherfucker, isn’t he?” The cop yawned. “Damn I’m tired. And I finally got a good night’s sleep last night.”
    The man in front of him yawned as well. Lyon refrained from glancing at Olivia, but he was certain now that she’d begun draining them.
    Finally, the tension broke. The officer lowered his gun with a nod. “This was clearly a misunderstanding. I apologize.”
    Lyon lowered his hands slowly in as nonthreatening a manner as possible. “Apology accepted, Officer.”
    Lyon held out his hand to Olivia and together they turned and made their way back to the house. He wouldn’t breathe easily until the humans piled into their cars and left. The Ferals would have to watch that they didn’t return.
    â€œIt had to have been the Mage,” Olivia said quietly beside him, as they climbed the brick steps to the front door. “But why?”
    â€œThat’s what we have to find out.”
    Closing the front door behind them, Lyon met Tighe’s and Jag’s gazes, then the three took up posts at the various windows, watching until the cops retreated.
    â€œWhere’s Lynks?” Lyon asked.
    â€œKeeping an eye out back.”
    â€œGood.”
    Finally, the cops were gone. Tighe pushed away from the window. “I’ll get Delaney and the others.” Three minutes later, he returned. “Roar, where’s Kara?”
    Lyon turned from the window with a jerk, a vise clamping around his heart even as he turned inward and found her. He always knew where she was. “She’s on the basement stairs,” he replied even as he started for the basement himself because, good goddess, Tighe had just come that way. And if he hadn’t seen her . . .
    Lyon broke into a run, nearly tearing the basement door off his hinges in his need to find his mate.
    Ice formed at the edges of his thoughts, sweat broke out on the back of his neck. There was a logical explanation. There had to be. But his warrior’s instinct said otherwise.
    He followed his Finder’s sense straight to the closed cellar door in front of