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through the shield and would set off the alarms.
    “You didn’t come to the checkpoint,” accused Damian. “Who sent you the tattoo?”
    “Alpha Calphon,” said Tez, referring to the leader of the were-cats. He shrugged. “Believe me, I was just as surprised as anyone to find out there was a whole town full of paranormal beings in the middle of Nowhere, Oklahoma. I wanted to check out things for myself.”
    “Before you revealed yourself?” I asked. “You’re not anywhere near the were-cat commune. It’s on the far side of town, well past the main living areas of the other residents.”
    He tapped the side of his nose. “I followed this… straight to you.”
    Well, what did that mean? His gaze was dark and intense, and I felt branded by the heat of those hazel eyes. Mine, he seemed to say.
    How ridiculous.
    I pressed a hand against my stomach to still the feeling of butterflies taking wing there. He made me crazy, that were-jaguar.
    He gave me the once-over. “What exactly are you, princess?”
    “Vampire,” I said.
    “Really?” He studied my mouth, probably to see my fangs, which only appeared when I fed. Or got really angry. I pressed my lips together and glared at him.
    He grinned. “Didn’t figure vampires were real.”
    “But shifters are normal?” I asked, amazed he knew so little about the paranormal world. How could he believe shifting into a jaguar was stranger than meeting someone undead?
    “Always been a shifter,” he said. “Never met anyone else like me.”
    “And what are you?” asked Damian. “You do not smell like the other cats.”
    “He’s a jaguar,” I said. Oddly, I sounded rather proud, as though his other form were mine to gloat about.
    “That’s impossible.” Damian stood and wrapped his fingers around my wrist. I got the impression he planned to yank me behind him and do something silly. Like hit Tez again.
    Tez leaned against the counter, looking unaccountably masculine in my pink satin robe, and pressed the ice bag to his cheek. His expression was inscrutable.
    “Damian—”
    “No, Elizabeth. He’s a liar.” Damian pulled me, but I resisted. I glanced at him, surprised at the fury in his gaze. “Jaguar shifters are extinct.”

Broken Heart 7 - Cross Your Heart

Chapter 3
    “I saw him in his jaguar form.” I gently removed myself from Damian’s protective grip. “He saved my life, and I will not think ill of him”—I slanted a glance at Tez, who was smirking—“unless he gives me reason to do so.”
    His smirk widened into a grin.
    “I’ll believe him when I see him shift,” said Damian.
    “You first, cupcake,” drawled Tez.
    Damian’s eyes narrowed. He stepped past me with clenched fists. I gripped his shoulder and hauled him back. Having vampiric strength was certainly advantageous when dealing with an angry werewolf.
    “Enough, boys,” I said. “Damian, I think it would be wise for us both to talk to Patsy. Would you make those arrangements? Perhaps take a look at the woods to see if you can determine who might’ve attacked me?”
    Damian looked as though he wanted to protest, but his duty to the safety of Broken Heart, and me, won out over his animal instincts. “Yes, Liebling. I’ll call Patsy and update her as well.” He nodded good-bye to me, launched one last fulminating glare at Tez, and left.
    Whew.
    “I’m starving,” said Tez. “You gonna feed me?”
    I rolled my eyes. “Why am I in charge of your… your…” I waved my hand around, agitated by his cave-man attitude. “Gustatory pleasures?”
    Tez dropped the bag of ice into the sink, then sauntered toward me. I wasn’t sure how I felt about the look in his eyes. It seemed just as fulminating as Damian’s, but in a much more sexually combustible way.
    “What was that you said again?” he asked. “About my pleasures?”
    Once again, he was scrambling my good sense. He was the biggest flirt I’d ever met, and everything about the man was designed to make a woman