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other males who’d come with Justin pulled Nathan
back and he reluctantly let go. But Justin started to pace back and forth in
place, shaking his finger at Nathan.
    “You see,” Justin said to the others. “You see how he is?
This is how he was when he jumped me out there. He broke the Pride’s rules—we
don’t attack each other unwarranted. I want him punished!”
    “So should we punish you, too?” Cassandra folded her arms
across her chest. “Apparently you attacked one of our kind, first. One who
doesn’t even know what she is yet.”
    “Argh, I told you I wasn’t attacking her. I thought we were
getting frisky.”
    Nathan’s ears grew red hot and twitched with his anger.
“She’s not available.”
    Justin laughed. “What do you mean she’s not available? She
wasn’t wearing a ring or a collar. That Feline doesn’t look claimed by either
man or Cat to me, and I call dibs.”
    “I didn’t say claimed, just not available. Her name is Sofia
Saldana, and she’s with me.”
    “How is she with you? Wait, so then she is your
woman?”
    “No, I just met her on the plane Monday, on the way here. I
didn’t know she was one of us then, and neither did she, but I was interested
anyway. The only reason she’s on this mountain is because I invited her.”
    “Just because you also wanted to do her doesn’t give you
sole rights to her, Dawson,” Justin laughed. “She’s not claimed. We all get to
be introduced. You know how things work with us, the hell’s wrong with you?”
    “That doesn’t mean you get to sex her, either. It’s
up to her who she sleeps with.”
    “That’s right, Nathan,” Cassandra cut in, standing between
them. Her cheeks flushed red with irritation, disgust and a bit of hurt. “But
that also means that she can sleep with him. It’s her choice, not either
of yours. The queens get to decide, you both know that! Now simmer down and get
away from here so she can rest in peace. We’ll ask her what she wants to
do when she’s feeling better.” Cassandra pushed them away from the room where
Sofia slept.
    Nathan took one last glance over his shoulder at Sofia. Yes,
he knew the way it worked with the Pride members, but with Sofia it was
different. There was no way he could tolerate sharing her with any of the Toms
there. He walked away with reluctance, but was also determined to ensure that
no other cat laid a hand—or paw—on her.

Chapter Four
     
    Sofia’s eyes opened slowly, and even then only partially.
Everything was blurry at first and although the place she was in was dark, her
eyes stung painfully as if she were staring at the sun. She was lying on a
mattress on the floor of a room whose ground and windowless walls were made of
natural rock, but it had a door of metal bars like a prison cell. There was a
wooden wardrobe in one corner and a small, low table in another. Both of which
looked handcrafted and seemed specifically designed and fitted for the unusual
dwelling.
    Where in the world was she?
    At first she thought she was completely alone, in some room
inside a cave. But when she focused her eyes again and looked beyond the wide
bars of the door, she could make out shadows on the wall. The silhouettes were
of strange shapes—people mostly, but some not quite people, dancing together or
moving in various synchronized gestures.
    Her heart pounded in her chest with uncertainty and fear as
she sat completely upright. The blanket fell down and she shuddered slightly as
a chill ran through her. Why am I completely naked? Where the hell are my clothes? She looked down in puzzlement at the Band-Aid on the inside of her left elbow.
Had blood been drawn from her?
    She pulled the blanket tightly against her and stood, then
went toward the bars so she could peer through and get a closer look at the source
of the shadows. Her vision was normal now and she was able to make out the
figures that were in the larger room beyond hers.
    There were twenty-five, maybe thirty people out