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steering wheel, ready to gunthe car and race away if she had to. As the bike slowed and turned into the empty parking lot, she saw the flash of Kendrick’s white and black hair in the moonlight, the sword on his back.
    The cubs woke as soon as they heard the motorcycle. Both tigers bounced to Addie’s lap, put paws on the open window ledge, and started yowling.
    Kendrick swung off the bike with easy grace, balancing the sword without trouble. The cubs scrambled onto the window ledge as he reached the car, then hurled themselves at him. Kendrick caught them in his arms, cradling them with his big, gloved hands.
    It was an interesting sight, the large, tall biker, holding two little white tiger cubs.
    Robbie had sat up and now climbed out of the car without a word. He went straight to Kendrick and wrapped his arms around the man’s waist. Kendrick smoothed Robbie’s hair the best he could with an armful of cub.
    “Addison, thank you.” Kendrick’s eyes held true gratitude.
    He gazed at her for a moment longer, as though wanting to say more but not finding the words. Then he abruptly turned away, still carrying the cubs.
    Addie scrambled out of the car. She knew that when he rode out of here, she’d never see him again. No way was she about to let him race off into darkness without answering a few questions.
    “What happened?” she demanded. “Who were those guys? Why did they want to kill you? You stuck the sword into him and he disappeared. Where did he go?”
    “To the Summerland,” Kendrick said, cutting through her jumble.
    “Oh?” Addie planted her hands on her hips. “What the hell does that mean? If you stuck that sword into
me
, would I become a puff of dust too?”
    “He was Shifter,” Kendrick said. “So, no.”
    One thing Addie had learned about Shifters in the documentaries was that they wore Collars, with a capital C. TheCollars were designed to shock them and shut them down if they grew violent.
Control them—humanely
, the documentary had claimed.
    Addie had seen nothing around Kendrick’s throat when he’d stood up, unclothed, in the diner. The Shifter who’d run into the diner hadn’t had a Collar either.
    “Who were they?” she repeated. “Who are
you
?”
    He gave her a hint of a smile. “Who do you want me to be?”
    “Come on,” Addie said in exasperation. “I just went through hell. Tell me
something
.”
    Kendrick’s mouth hardened. “They were Shifters who used to work for me. I thought they still did work for me. I thought . . .” He shook his head. “Someone has been stirring up trouble, and I need to find out who.”
    Robbie had let go of Kendrick. While Addie blurted questions, he brought the cubs’ clothes from the car and tucked them into one of the two wide saddlebags on the bike. The saddlebags had been modified to have small seats inside them, and the two cubs scampered down Kendrick’s arms and fixed themselves onto these seats.
    “Where are you going to go?” Addie asked.
    Kendrick kept his eyes on her, the green visible in the dark. “Someplace safe for them. I want
you
to go somewhere safe, Addison. Take a vacation; go far away. You’ll have my scent on you—leave Texas for a while. And burn this.” He reached out and took a fold of her sleeve between two fingers. He didn’t touch her, but she felt the heat of him brush her arm.
    “Your
scent?
What the hell does that mean?”
    “They can track you through it. Any Shifter can. I can’t risk that they won’t use you to get to me.”
    “I can’t just leave. I have a job . . .” In a shot-up diner that would need a hell of a lot of work before Bo could open it again. She probably wouldn’t have a job at all for a while.
    “Safer for you to be nowhere near here.” Kendrick reached into his coat and took out a thick wad of rolled-up bills. “I don’t know how much this is but it will help you travel.”
    Addie stared at the roll, which was very fat, her eyes widening. The top