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heaving blast of air as he released his hold on her. It was as though she'd been holding her breath for the full conversation. She started to rub her arms again. "That'll be fine. Um, don't feel like you have to hurry on my account." She stood and literally leaped for the door. Adam could see her hands shaking lightly as she closed it behind her, but then again, she'd never met anyone from Wolven. She probably had no idea that powers like Lucas's even existed.
    Once she was gone, Adam waited while Lucas tidied up in the bathroom, trying to imagine what sort of things were in store for him. "Is there anything I'm supposed to do at this meeting?”
    "Hard to say." Lucas's voice was muffled from behind the door, but Adam got the impression his inclusion in the meeting was an impulse on the Wolven chief's part. "The alpha down here hasn't yet been informed about the council's decision." He stepped out of the bathroom, rubbing his damp hair with a threadbare blue towel, and met Adam's dropped jaw with a wry smile. "We'd hoped to break it to this pack slowly—let them get used to the idea like your pack did. But two alpha wolves arriving in a town this size has probably already been reported to the alpha, and you never requested permission to enter the territory. Coming with me to meet with her might be the only thing that keeps you and Ms. Carmichael alive to see tomorrow."
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    Even the smell of her sister Rosa's award-winning green chile couldn't get the knots out of Cara's stomach as she stood rigidly next to the sink, watching out the window for Will and his guest to arrive. Rosa had grumbled but complied when ordered to close the restaurant for the day so there would be a place to meet with the Wolven agent. Cara just hoped her big sister wouldn't return to find little bloody bits of her strewn across the patterned stone tiles.
    God, wouldn't that piss her off! She hates to mop the floor.
    The black humor abruptly made her laugh, but it sounded hollow and stark in the empty room. Once again, she checked her watch and then reverently touched the small medalla de oro at her throat. It wasn't quite noon. He'd said lunch, but she didn't ask what time, so she'd arrived early, hoping to get it out of the way and done with— whatever it might be. She said a small prayer that her family wouldn't suffer for her mistake.
    The sound of a car door slamming behind the building started her nerves jangling again, so she bent over the bubbling pot on the stove and inhaled the spicy, savory scent, trying to center herself while she waited for the door to open. A sip of tea helped, too. Not only did the herbs alleviate her symptoms, but it was also wonderfully calming.
    Will Kerchee walked through the back door without knocking. He'd visited often enough to be nearly family. He, too, checked his watch as he looked around the room. A variety of emotions erupted in the air around him, telegraphing his confusion.
    "Afternoon, Cara. I thought I'd be the last one here." He shrugged and closed the door. "I'm glad I'm not. This way we have a chance to chat before Lucas gets here.”
    If Cara hadn't already been holding onto the counter to breathe in the chile scent, she would have fallen over from the sudden bonelessness in her knees. There was only one Sazi by that name who Will might invite to a meeting—the head of all the wolves was going to execute her.
    "So—" she said through a fuzzy brain that couldn't seem to focus—"I am going to die today. I…I didn't expect to be…scared." She looked up at him with tears beginning to well and watched him wince from the ammonia panic that rushed from her pores. "Does that make me a coward, Will?”
    He stepped closer and put a comforting hand on her arm, pulling her forward to help her into a chair. "No. It doesn't. Everybody gets scared, and you earn a lot of brownie points with me for admitting it. But remember we don't know anything for certain, Cara. I know I seemed mad last night, but the truth