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you ready to beg for forgiveness, little girl?"
Each day when she refused to answer him, he called her an
ungrateful bitch and walked away from her.
    By day five, her body had ached, she was so
hungry it felt like her stomach had turned inside out and she'd
begun to hallucinate, some of her greatest fears coming to life in
the dark. When the bastard didn't come down to ask his question
that night she panicked. She'd tried to scream and hardly a squeak
came out. Time slipped away and she had no idea if it was night or
day. When the door finally opened she no longer trusted her ability
to determine what was real and what wasn't.
    Until her father appeared in the dim light
and flashed the bright bulb in her face until it burned her
retinas. The question came and Kitty no longer had the ability to
answer. But she must have made some sort of sound because her
father hauled her out of the cage and carried her back into their
house. He never said another word about it and she had to stumble
and fend for herself for food before she managed to fall into her
bed and sleep for nearly twenty-four hours. It was two weeks before
her father talked to her again, while choosing to pretend nothing
out of the ordinary had happened between them.
    She had never forgotten or truly forgiven.
The gut wrenching pain and humiliation of being forced to admit she
was no better than a backwater alley cat while she lay starving in
a cage had burned inside her for years after that night.
Admittedly, before the incident she'd been a handful. Trouble
managed to find her no matter what she did or didn't do, but
nothing had ever come from it beyond a handful of jealous felines
who loved to goad her. The same feline bitches that tried to kill
her...
    But never again did she defy her father.
He'd broken her and turned her into a tough, mean woman who looked
out for herself, since no one else would. Until he'd kidnapped
Malcolm's little girl.
    "Time to wake up and get your lazy bones out
of my tub, pretty girl. You're going to hog all the water."
    The dark rumble of the stranger's voice
began to pull her out of her memories of the past. She wanted to
open her eyes and see his face again. Why was he talking to her? In
her head she heard the cat inside begin to purr. The jolt of the
animal's reaction coursed through her. Her blood warmed and the
will to fight her way out this mess began to return. A vision of
dark hair tumbling across a forehead above mesmerizing dark eyes
beckoned her. Kitty grasped the instinct inside and put all her
focus on seeing the man she knew kept vigil at her side.

 
     
     
    Chapter Three
     
    Simon returned to the bathroom and Rafe
moved out of the way so his friend could save her life. He stood
close and watched while Doc packed some sort of funky goo into each
dangerous looking cut before stapling the skin back together.
    "Is that going to work? It fucking stinks."
His lip curled as he spoke.
    Simon shrugged. "I have no idea. The
combination of herbs should break down the toxins but she'd have a
hell of a lot better chance if she shifted. Ninety five percent of
all injuries are naturally healed with the magic of a shift. Or at
least it starts the healing process. This." He waved his hand
across her body. "This is more like treating a fragile human. They
can't heal like we do."
    "Then why not give her some penicillin or
some shit those human doctors think works so well? Isn't that
scientist friend of yours working on something?" asked Rafe.
    "Just because she looks human right now, we
both know better. I'd need a damned barrel of penicillin for her
body to use before it got metabolized out of her system."
    Rafe held her hand while Doc continued to
work. The fine porcelain skin of her arms and shoulders beckoned
him. With little thought to anything other than his need to touch,
he rubbed his thumb across her palm. He wasn't sure he believed the
old wives tales that an animal's touch during times of distress had
the power to soothe, but