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into his side.
    “Remember, if you try anything I’ll zap you,” she warned in low tones.
    Turning his head he regarded her with eyes that held the golden power of his cat.
    Angry. Ruthless. And unnervingly patient.
    A predator willing to wait for the kill.
    “I won’t forget, honey.” He bent his head to whisper directly into her ear. “Not a damned thing.”
    She didn’t even bother trying to hide her shiver of unease. Or was it arousal?
    More than likely it was a toxic combination of both.
    “Willa is across the room,” she muttered.
    Slowly he lifted his head, his hair shimmering with the purity of platinum. Sucking in a deep breath, he used his heightened senses to sort through the various scents.
    He made a sound of shock as he jerked his head to the side, studying her with an accusing glare.
    “She smells like Pantera.”
    “I know,” she swiftly agreed. “But she’s human.”
    “You’re sure?”
    She gave a firm nod. Over the years she’d become an expert at being able to detect the subtle differences between a born Pantera and one that’d been created by transfusions or insemination.
    Tarin called it her ‘super-power.’
    “Yes.”
    There was a faint rustle of cotton sheets, before the soft sound of a young girl’s voice was floating across the room.
    “Indy?”
    Keeping a wary eye on Angel, she crossed the room, half expecting him to bolt. Instead, he moved to the bed with long, confident strides.
    Breathing a silent sigh of relief, Indy allowed herself to glance down at the tiny girl who barely made a bump beneath the thin blanket.
    Her heart squeezed with fear at the sight of the too-pale face and the overly bright eyes. God almighty. This beautiful child was slipping away and there wasn’t a damned thing she could do to help her…
    No. Wait. That wasn’t true.
    She’d done the one and only thing in her power to save this precious soul.
    “Hey, kitten,” she murmured, reaching to tap Willa on the tip of her nose. “I brought someone to see you.”
    Her eyes widened with excitement, although she was too weak to lift her head off the pillow.
    “Who?”
    “Angel,” the Pantera murmured, taking the last step so he was in Willa’s line of vision.
    Willa blinked in wonderment, openly enchanted by the male’s splendid beauty.
    “You’re an angel?” she breathed.
    The Pantera’s lips twitched. “Something like that.”
    Indy snorted, wondering if there was any woman immune to the male.
    Ignoring the dart gun that Indy kept pressed against his side, Angel leaned over the edge of the bed, his expression oddly gentle.
    “May I touch you?”
    Willa cringed back. No one knew precisely what the poor child had endured in the Haymore Center, but the memories were enough to make her wake up screaming in fear.
    “Will it hurt?” she asked.
    Heat blasted through the air as Angel realized that Willa had been tortured, but his expression never changed.
    “No, little one,” he promised, his voice husky. “I swear it won’t hurt.”
    “It’s okay, Willa,” Indy assured the girl.
    Willa gave a slow nod. “’Kay.”
    Taking care not to press against her fragile body, Angel ran his fingers over her arms and down her legs before he concentrated on her torso.
    Indy kept a careful watch on him, not entirely sure what he was doing. She’d heard the Pantera healers had a mystic talent, but she didn’t know how it worked. Hell, she wasn’t even certain it could help a child who was human.
    Angel’s expression was distracted as his hands moved to brush over her cheeks.
    “Do you hurt anywhere?”
    “Sometimes my head hurts. And—” Willa’s words broke off as she glanced toward Indy.
    “You can tell him,” Indy urged.
    Willa instinctively tugged the blanket up to her nose. The little girl had learned to protect herself from the open derision when she confessed the truth.
    “There’s something inside me,” she whispered.
    Angel leaned forward, his dark eyes glowing with a golden