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her.
    When no one entered behind him, she reluctantly dropped her
arms, but didn’t release her hold on the building energy. “Would someone please
tell me what the hell is going on here?”
    “I tried to call you.” Taggert gestured toward her hip, but
his eyes were on her hair, his fingers twitching as if barely resisting the
urge to reach out and stroke the strands.
    She groped for her phone, cursing to find she’d sucked the
energy out of the blasted thing.
    Energy resistant her ass.
    “We were hired to remodel the bathroom.” The voice was low
and respectful. The kid stared over her right shoulder, valiantly trying to
avoid peering at the gap in her shirt.
    “On whose orders?” Fighting a blush, Raven quickly covered
the hint of exposed cleavage without removing her attention from the three men,
who had to be related if their near identical looks were anything to go by.
    The oldest of the three carefully pulled a work order out of
his back pocket and handed it to her. He could be no more than forty, but she
was learning the shifter world was deceiving. “Mr. Jeffery Durant.”
    “That son of a bitch.” Raven made no move to examine the
paper. The anger she’d been holding at bay built to a simmer, electricity crackling
around her.
    She turned toward Taggert. His eyes widened, and he hurried
toward her, ushering her away from the others. That’s when she realized her own
eyes must be glowing blue as it did when her powers rode her hard. “Why the
hell would he demolish my bathroom?”
    “I think Durant is taking you up on your offer to make
himself at home.” Taggert scratched near his eye but refused to look at her. “He’s
ordered a connecting door and an extra-large tub.”
    “What?” That damn sneaky cat. But the image of Durant in the
tub, rising out of the water, boggled her mind and left her anger floundering. “But
all his crap is down the hall. Tell him to tear apart his own room if he must.”
    “I believe he didn’t care for the room you’d selected for
him. He packed some stuff in there, but found other accommodations more to his
liking.”
    Heat flushed her face when she realized he’d set himself up
in the master suite without saying anything to her. Too bad she didn’t know if
she was more angered or flattered that a man like Durant would go to such
lengths to lay claim to her.
    If Taggert so much as snickered, she wouldn’t be responsible
for her actions.

 
     Chapter Five
     
    EARLY EVENING
    R aven
jerked open the doors to the club, not hesitating like she had the first time
she’d entered just a few days ago. The industrial magnet snicked shut behind
her with a finality of being sealed into a tomb. The stifling air only
increased that impression.
    The walls were stripped bare of decoration, all except the
prominent word Talons clawed into the heavy wooden panels. It didn’t
surprise her to find Durant’s scent all over the carving.
    Heat and music crested over her first. While sorting and
filing everything away, the many scents snuck up and swamped her. The spice of
vampires, the stench of burnt magic and the more soothing, natural smell of
shifters.
    She expected vampires, shifters and magic users, the usual
clientele.
    What she didn’t expect was to double over when a wall of
lust slammed into her. Acting on instinct, she yanked a blanket of pure
electricity around her. The air crackled and it took a minute longer to gain back
her breath. Only when she was sure she had control did she turned down the
wattage to a manageable level.
    If she kept the shield too high, she’d have the attention of
every shifter and vampire in the club. Too low, and she might be caught up in
the need to explore the rampant desire flooding the room. She rubbed her skin,
debating the wisdom of pinning down the bastard in his own lair. One thing convinced
her to enter. If she reacted this drastically just being around others, the
conclave itself would be pure torture.
    She needed to acclimate