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She had a job to do and the De La Cruz family would expect her to do it. The thought of trying to help someone else, when she couldn’t bear the thought of getting out of bed, was terrifying.
    “MaryAnn.” Juliette’s voice was puzzled and a little alarmed. “Open the door. Riordan’s with me and we need to speak with you.”
    She didn’t want to talk to anyone. Juliette probably had located her younger sister, who by all accounts had still been hiding out in the rain forest. Carpathians, vampires and jaguar people—sometimes she felt a little like Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz . “I’m still sleepy.” She lied. She couldn’t sleep if her life depended on it. All she could do was weep. And be scared. No matter how hard she tried to banish her fear and suspicion, the emotions wouldn’t go away.
    Juliette rattled the door handle. “I’m sorry to disturb your rest, MaryAnn, but this is important. We need to talk to you.”
    MaryAnn let out her breath. It was the second time Juliette had used the word “need.” Something was definitely up. She had to pull herself together. Wash her face. Brush her teeth. Try to manage her hair. She sat up, once more swiping at the tears running down her face. Riordan and Juliette were both Carpathian and could read her mind should they choose, but she knew it was considered bad manners when she was under the protection of the Carpathian people, and she was grateful for that consideration.
    “Just a minute, Juliette, I was sleeping.”
    They would know it was a lie. They might not read her mind, but they couldn’t fail to feel the waves of distress pouring off of her and filling the house.
    She stumbled to the mirror and stared at her face in horror. There was no way to quickly hide the evidence of tears. And there was certainly no rescuing her hair. It was long, long enough if pulled straight to reach her waist, but she hadn’t thought to do it up in braids and the humidity had expanded her hair beyond all help. She looked ridiculous, her hair unmanageable and her eyes bright red.
    “MaryAnn.” Juliette rattled the door handle. “I’m sorry, but we’re coming in. It’s really an emergency.”
    MaryAnn took a deep breath and sank back onto the edge of the bed, averting her face as they came through the door. It didn’t help that Juliette was beautiful, with her cat’s eyes and her perfect hair, or that Riordan, like his brothers, was tall and broad-shouldered and sinfully handsome. She was so embarrassed, not only by the fact that her hair had grown into a mass the size of a beach ball, but that she couldn’t control the terrible grief that was threatening her very life. She was a strong woman, and nothing made sense since she had witnessed Manolito’s murder.
    Juliette glided across the room toward the bed, her body compact and graceful, her gaze focused and alert, reminding MaryAnn of her jaguar ancestry. “MaryAnn, you’re not well.”
    MaryAnn attempted a smile. “It’s just that I’ve been away from home a long time. I’m more of a city girl and this is all new to me.”
    “When we were in the Carpathian Mountains, did you meet my brother Manolito?” Riordan watched MaryAnn with cool, assessing eyes.
    MaryAnn felt the push of his questions in her mind. He had given her a mental shove. Her suspicions were well grounded. Something wasn’t right. She felt the blood drain from her face. She had trusted these people, and now she was trapped and vulnerable. They had powers few humans could comprehend. Her mouth went dry and she pressed her lips together, one hand fluttering toward her breast where a spot throbbed and burned, as she remained stubbornly silent.
    Juliette cast her lifemate a quelling look. “It’s important, MaryAnn. Manolito is in trouble and we need information fast. Riordan loves his brother and he was using a shortcut that is expedient for our species, but not very respectful. I’m sorry for that.”
    MaryAnn blinked up at her, tears swimming