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know is because I’m
weak I couldn’t save her. Had I been my father, or even my siblings, I would
have been able to find her and save her.”
    “You are not weak, Valera, and if you want to
focus on Rissa, you’ll stop saying those things.”
    Her big eyes shone with unshed tears, and he
could feel his wolf racing toward her. Kori licked his lips and pushed the
bottle of water back to her. Focus, man, stop thinking about other things.
Get this resolved then deal with the other.
    “You don’t know what it’s like, Kori,” she said.
    He hated the pain that drenched her voice. “Tell
me, mo ghrá . Tell me.” For a transitory second, he thought she would.
But just like a door closing, the sheen of tears vanished and he found himself
staring at blank, emotionless eyes.
    “We need to stay on target,” she whispered.
    “You may not have abilities like your father,” he
raised a hand to stop her reply, “but he taught you. So you would have picked
up on things that others would overlook.”
    Lera rubbed her hands over her face and sighed.
“Okay, let me think.” Eyes closed, she rested her chin on her thumbs, and her
index fingers lay along the sides of her nose. “I remember this guy, Steven, I
think was his name.”
    His lip curled up in a snarl. “What about him?
Was he Rissa’s date?”
    “No. He tried picking me up.”
    Fingers dug into the flesh of his palms. “And?”
    “He made my skin crawl. Then, he went to Rissa.
She brushed him off, too, but it was like he always showed up wherever we were.
I think I saw him the night she vanished.”
    “What did he look like?”
    Her eyes opened, and she shrugged. “I don’t know.
Brown hair. Maybe black. I can’t remember.”
    “You don’t know what he looked like?”
    “I guess not,” she snapped. “I don’t pay
attention to things like that.”
    “Really?” he questioned. “Close your eyes, Lera.”
With a deprecating sigh, she did. Kori got up and moved silently behind her.
“Describe me.”
    “What?” Her head began to turn toward him.
    “No. Describe me, no looking.” He stared down
upon the top of her head.
    “Okay. You’re tall, strong, and powerful. Move
like a predator, wild. Inky black hair, angular features, and charcoal gray
eyes, not silver like I thought the first time I met you. But gray.”
    His body ached for her so much it hurt. A deep,
agonizing hurt. Leaning close enough he could lick her ear if he chose, he
whispered, “Does this guy look like me?”
    “No way,” she blurted, shaking her head and
brushing him with her hair. “His eyes were small and close. They reminded me of
a weasel. A pale green. Mud brown hair, and he wasn’t nearly as tall as you
either. I don’t think he was over six feet. He was in shape but not like you.
Not even close,” she said softly.
    Kori retook his seat so she wouldn’t be able to
see the erection he had from her description of him. He doubted she even knew
the derision in her tone as she gave him a visual of this Steven guy.
    She opened her eyes, and he smiled. “Guess you do
pay attention to things like that.”
    “I guess so,” Lera said, taking another drink of
her water.
    “Did he have any markings? Tattoos?” Kori stared
at her lower lip and the drop of water which hung enticingly upon it. He longed
to lick it off. His cock throbbed in his pants.
    “Not that I could see.”
    A whisper of feeling floated over him, and immediately,
he was alert. Kori noticed Lera had a gleam of awareness in her gaze. Her body
still and ready. His wolf was crouched and ready to attack; he didn’t like it.
Whatever it was.
    Fluidly, he pushed to his feet and scanned the
area, both peering out the window and using his senses to check. Nothing.
Whatever it had been was gone now, or had found a way to cloak itself from him.
“Lera?” he asked without relaxing his guard.
    “Do you still sense it?”
    “No.”
    “I felt something like that the night Rissa
vanished,” she remarked