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guarded mischievousness. “Would it help if I tell you a secret?”
    He didn’t budge. He didn’t breathe.
    “I’ve always found cages and collars to be a little sexy.”
    Whoa. She was into cages? And collars? He wanted to grin. The sweet-smelling lady in a dowdy lab coat had a kinky side. Maybe he had read her right before and she would have accepted him and Reidar into her bed. She hadn’t looked too sure of herself, so he hadn’t pushed it.
    “Not that I’ve ever been in a cage, or worn a collar for that matter, but I read a lot of erotic romance, and…I don’t know. I guess the idea of danger can be sort of titillating.”
    He’d respected her for not inviting them to her room—more often he and Reidar had women throwing themselves at them—but at the same time welcomed the challenge she’d embodied, and he’d hoped to see her again.
    Just not like this.
    He blew out a breath and laid his head on his paws. As much as he might love to switch places with her and have some fun, there wasn’t a damn thing he could do right now to titillate her kinky side. That revelation made his imprisonment all the more hellish.
    She chuckled. “Don’t agree with me? Well, that’s okay. You’ll be out of there just as soon as I can track down your owner.”
    He huffed again, his tail swishing with agitation. Nothing he could do until he was alone, so he might as well get comfortable and enjoy the view. He wished she’d help him out and take off that coat so he could get another look at what lay beneath. She’d looked sexy the other night in her faded jeans, T-shirt and adorably quirky glasses.
    She pushed those same spectacles up her cute nose and returned to a chair in front of the computer monitors. “Sure would help my search if I knew your name.”
    Kelan didn’t dare give her that information telepathically, so he met her probing gaze with silent regard.
    She turned her back on him and started typing. From his angle, he couldn’t see the computer screen.
    Why did his cat-napper have to be Beth? It left an awkward mix inside his gut—elation at seeing her again and dismay over the revelation that she used pumas as lab experiments.
    He pawed at his stinging ear then yowled at the pain that caused.
    “Oh, hey, what’s—” She spun around. “No, don’t touch that. It’s just an ID tag. The pain will go away soon. I promise.”
    A tag? A tag? Son of a bitch.
    “I’m sorry,” she said with a fierce frown. Then she closed her eyes and let out a slow breath. “I didn’t just hear that. Really, I didn’t. I think I need some coffee. It’s been a long day.”
    He chortled and laid his head on his paws again. She heard him all right. He’d never tried to drive someone mad with his abilities, but obviously he could if he wanted to.
    He and his siblings could communicate telepathically with each other, and he liked messing with his brothers’ mate now and then. Dakota took the silent chatter well, for a human who hadn’t grown up around a litter of telepathic shifters. But he’d never let a stranger hear him, until now. It was forbidden. He could get into a lot of trouble, but she was too cute. He could almost forget that she’d shot him in the ass with a dart and put him in a cage.
    “Laugh all you want, pussy cat,” she said with a small grin.
    She recognized his laugh? He blinked at her, but she wasn’t looking at him any longer.
    “I’m not really insane. I might talk to animals, but I don’t expect them to talk back, and I usually ignore the voices in my head.” She cast him a sideways glance and laughed. The sound went through him like an arrow, straight to his heart.
    Damn him if she wasn’t dangerous. He reminded himself that she’d shot him, caged him and planned to do God-only-knows-what to him.
    She sobered when the side door opened and a tall, lanky, black-haired guy stepped inside. He carried two large paper sacks. “Hey, Lizzy, how’s he doing?” he asked, eyeing Kelan as he