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Are. Fucked. Nick’s going to shred our asses.”
    “For what?” A fourth man joined the party, jogging from the darkness. The dark-haired newcomer halted, scanning the scene. “Christ.”
    “Trust me, it gets better,” Red informed him, curling his lip. He flicked a hand at Kira and the man—Law?—who now placed his body protectively between her and the others. “The fair damsel got herself into some shit. Our friend here got his hero goin’ on, wiped out the vermin, but oh, wait—the chick saw him do his White Fang impression. So now she goes with us, whereupon we can look forward to a reaming from the boss. That about right?” He snarled the question at Law.
    “You got it in one,” he said coolly, eyes like steel. A muscle in his jaw ticced. “And I’d do it again. So now we deal with the mess, and if you don’t like it, tough. After the cleanup, she’s my responsibility. I’ll field the heat from Nick and take care of her.”
    “Damned right you will.”
    “Knock it off, you two.” The blond tossed a pile of clothes at Law. “Get dressed so we can ghost out of here. I’ll go get the SUV.”
    The dark-haired guy palmed a set of keys and tossed them to the blond.
    Law let her go and pulled on a pair of jeans, followed by his black T-shirt. As he tugged on a pair of heavy lace-up boots, Kira found her voice. “Hang on a second,” she said, edging away from them. “Take care of me? Like you took care of them? No, thanks. I’ll be fine on my own.”
    “No longer an option.” Law straightened, shot her a feral grin. “Welcome to Alpha Pack, sweetheart.”

Two
     
    “W h-what’s Alpha Pack?”
    The woman was about two seconds from short-circuiting. She was tired and frightened as hell, and Aric’s sorry attitude wasn’t helping. Friend or not, if the red wolf snarled at her again, Jaxon would plant his fist in the moron’s face.
    Even if she was a criminal on the run.
    “I’ll explain that later.” He gestured to the beat-up car. “You got anything important to bring along?”
    She nodded. “My purse.”
    “Is that where you stashed whatever it is you stole?”
    Her shoulders slumped. “Yeah. How did you know?”
    “Get the purse. That’s part of the talk for later.”
    Avoiding the bodies, she stepped up to the driver’s door, opened it, and leaned in. In seconds she emerged, clutching the bag to her stomach. “Ready.”
    “What’s your name?”
    “Kira,” she said hesitantly. “Kira Locke.”
    Kira. He liked it. The name fit her. “I’m Jaxon Law.”
    “What should we do with these guys?” Zander asked, interrupting the introductions.
    Jaxon thought a moment. “We’ll take their wallets so we can run their names later, do a background check. See who they worked for. Then we’ll put them in the car, one behind the wheel, the other in the passenger’s seat, and light a bonfire.”
    Aric grinned, his mood improved by the prospect. “My pleasure.”
    “Before you do, let me see if I can get a reading or two.” Crossing to the nearest man, the one who’d shot him, he squatted and wrapped his fingers around the wrist, making sure to get part of the coat sleeve.
    Objects and clothing often carried better signals than people. The impressions he could pick up from a dead person faded quickly, and the living sometimes shielded their thoughts whether they realized it or not.
    In the background, the woman, Kira, whispered, “What’s he doing?”
    “Shh.”
    As always, he braced himself for the buzz in his brain, like a thousand angry bees. His vision grayed out, the ground beneath him disappeared, and he was falling, falling. And then caught, snared in a web of someone else’s making. Sticky threads brushed at his cheek, snagged his hair and tugged at his clothes, but he no longer tried to brush them away in panic as he’d done when he was thirteen and his Psy ability had first manifested.
    The strings weren’t really there in the physical sense. Rather, he’d come to