donât think you broke anything.â
âJas!â Cora slapped her hands on her legs in frustration. âHeâs not a poor man; heâs a vampire!â
âSo? Thatâs no reason to go braining him with a fire extinguisher. Avery? Can you hear me?â
âHeâs a bloodsucker ! A naked bloodsucker! Everyone knows those are the worst kind!â
âDonât be ridiculous.â I pushed a lock of his hair away from the blood. Avery moaned again, turning his face into my leg as he swore softly.
âDonât you understand, Jas? He drinks peopleâs blood!â
âYou were absolutely fine with him when you thought he was a werejaguar,â I pointed out.
âThatâs different!â
âOh really? How?â
She blinked at me. âHeâs . . . deadly.â
âIâm deadly in any form,â Avery said, touching his wound and wincing. âBloody hell, woman. What did you hit me with?â
âYou donât want to know,â I told him, helping him sit up. I had to admit I didnât at all mind the silky sensation of his naked back against my hands. âHow do you feel?â
âThatâs it. I give up. Heâs clearly got you under his sway, or lure, or whatever it is vampires do. Thereâs no hope for you now,â Cora said, slumping down the wall to sit on the floor. âNext youâll be eating bugs and calling him master.â
âItâs called a thrall, and we donât do that,â Avery told her, squinting at the blood on his fingers.
âYou donât?â she asked.
âNo.â He gave me a long look; then one side of his mouth quirked up. âAlthough you can call me master if you like.â
Chapter 3
âI still donât think this is a good idea.â
âI know you donât, Cora. But if you can think of another way to explain to Allison and Jo and the other ladies why the jaguar they all saw has disappeared, leaving Avery in its place, then Iâm all ears. Because frankly, I barely believe what happened myselfâspeaking of which, I think we deserve extra bonus points for not running around screaming with our hands waving in the airâand I just donât think Iâm up to the explanations needed that would convince five other people of what really happened.â
âHrmph.â She glared at the tall figure of a man as he emerged from the small room that served as a hospital for the cats in residence. Luckily, the vet who came by twice a week was male, and if he was heavier and shorter than Avery, at least his emergency clothing fit well enough for Avery to leave the building. âI donât trust him, not one little bit.â
âLifeâs a bitch,â I said absently as I tucked my tranquilizing gun back into its holster.
âJas!â
I paused with my hand on the knob of the back door, surprised by the vehemence in her voice. âWhat?â
âHeâs a vampire !â she hissed, glancing over her shoulder at Avery as he walked toward us. Somehow, heâd acquired a baseball cap and a beat-up leather jacket that had clearly seen better days.
âSo?â
âJust a little bit ago you were telling me they didnât exist.â
âClearly I was wrong. I mean, you canât deny the evidence, Cora. What we have here is a shape-shifting vampire, which I gather is fairly rare.â
âWhatâs rare?â Avery asked as he stopped next to us. He slipped into the coat and pulled the brim of the hat low on his forehead.
âYou are.â
He looked thoughtful for a moment. âI guess I am. I canât think of any other Moravian whoâs also a therion.â
âA what, now?â I asked, glaring at my sister as she glared at Avery.
âTherion.â He gave me an odd look. âSomeone who can change their shape at will to that of an animal.â
âIs there such a thing as a