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to give in, not to find her, bite down on her neck,
mark
her.
    Shoving a hand through his hair, he grabbed a bottle of cold water in a futile attempt to cool things down. He could be as possessive as any predatory changeling, but he’d never felt such a feral need to brand a woman. Not that his response to her was exactly a surprise.
    Kirby, after all, was his mate.
    It didn’t always happen this hard, this fast. Mercy and her mate, Riley, had known one another for years before themating dance slapped them both sideways. But for some, it happened in that first, stunning instant of contact.
    The knowing was visceral, as if he’d sensed the other half of himself, her presence intoxicating to his senses.
    The soft and the wild, the two scents that were both hers.
    He frowned. The feline whisper to Kirby’s scent hadn’t made another appearance the entire time he’d spent with her and that was impossible for a changeling, so she was definitely human.
His
human. Leopard and man, both parts of him smiled, figuring he’d have plenty of time to work out the complex mystery of her scent.
    Had she been changeling, he’d have—No, he’d have done exactly the same things he planned to do to win his sexy little human mate. He’d court her, seduce her, pleasure her . . . and by the time she realized what was happening, she’d already be his. The last thing he could afford to do was come on so strong that he scared her.
    With that thought in mind, he rolled up his sleeves and focused on figures that today seemed as dry and as boring as dust, in spite of the financial turmoil caused by the recent political shift among the Psy. That’s what a lot of people didn’t understand—the psychic race might’ve been standoffish to a large degree until recently, but all three races—human, changeling and Psy—were connected on a global level; civil war in one sphere affected them all.
    Sometimes, it was subtle, as with the market fluctuations, other times overt.
    Bastien’s mouth set in a grim line as he considered the toxic bomb discovered ten days prior in the city’s central skytrain station.
    â€œBut that,” he muttered, “isn’t what you need to be thinking about right now. Get to work so you can spend as much time as possible with Kirby in the coming week.”
    He did exactly that, was ready for a break when his phone rang a couple of hours later, Grey’s number on the display. “What do you want, shrimp?”
    â€œDo you want to come over tonight?” his younger brother asked. “Sage and I are getting pizza and watching the basketball game.”
    â€œThanks, but not tonight.”
    â€œBetter offer?”
    â€œWay better.” His entire body grew taut at the thought of Kirby; if she no longer felt ill, he had every intention of talking his way into staying. God, he wanted to pet her, hold her, nuzzle his face into the curve of her neck and draw in that intriguing scent that made no sense.
    If, however, she was still sick, he’d coax her into going to a clinic. And if Kirby proved stubborn about it, he’d pick her up and take her. She could be mad at him later—
after
the doctors checked her out. Bastien did not mess around when it came to looking after the people who mattered to him.
    â€œNot one of the women from the luncheon?” Grey’s voice broke into his thoughts, his brother’s surprise open. “I thought Sage said you snuck out early—he’s cranky about that, by the way.”
    â€œShe’s no one you two know.” He wasn’t ready to share Kirby with his family or his pack yet. Not only did he want her all to himself until he was drunk on her, he didn’t want to risk her being overwhelmed by the Smith clan or his affectionately nosy packmates. “I’ll see you later this week. And tell Sage he can be cranky when he’s been ambushed by a setup as