Lion's Share(2)

“Yeah, but not his own. His heart belongs to my cousin. My very married cousin.” And his body belonged to whatever human girl was warming his bed on any given week. I’d met at least a dozen of them in what little time I’d spent at the lodge during holidays and long weekends.

He’d never failed to introduce me as “kiddo.”

I found no sign of my coat, but Robyn’s white down jacket was hanging over her desk chair. Perfect. “Hey, can I borrow that?”

“Sure.” But she clearly had no idea what I was borrowing, because she was still staring at Jace. Not that I could blame her. I’d had years to practice not-drooling over him, yet I was still tempted to stare.

“Be back in a sec,” I said on my way out the door, but Robyn never even glanced away from the window.

I flew down two flights of stairs and through the common room, and a burst of cold air hit me when I threw the door open. Shivering, I ran across the grass toward the parking lot in my boots, suddenly wishing I’d chosen lower heels. And pants.

Jace turned when he heard me coming, and a little thrill of satisfaction warmed me from the inside when his scruffy jaw actually dropped a little. But then he spoke, and that warmth died. “What happened to the rest of your skirt?”

“I left it in the nineteenth century.”

His blue eyes flashed in amusement, and I caught my breath. “Okay then, where’s your suitcase?”

I had to look up at him, even in my highest heels. “Um, I’m going to stay here with Robyn this time. It’s only for a month, and ours is the dorm they have to leave open for international students.” Though I hadn’t met a soul, other than Robyn, who was planning to stay.

Jace’s smile faded and the Alpha peeked from behind bright blue eyes and full lips I’d known my entire life. “You want to stay on campus alone? During the holidays?”

“No, I want to stay with Robyn. I was gonna call you, but...”

“But you forgot how your phone works. Right? That’s why you never answer it?”

“I was busy with finals. I was going to check in tonight, I swear. Jace—”

“The council’s called an emergency meeting at the ranch.” The Lazy S, of course, which was still the council headquarters, even after the death of the previous council head. Mostly because the Texas ranch had more room than the other territorial capitals. “Our flight leaves in three hours.”

“I’m not on the council,” I pointed out in as rational a tone as I could summon. “Ergo, I’m not needed at the ranch.”

“Your dad’s already there and he wants to take you home for the holidays.”

“Well, I’m an adult and I belong to your Pride, so he doesn’t have the authority to order me home.” Even if he was the head of the council, a position formerly held by his brother-in-law, my late uncle Greg Sanders.

Jace’s frowned, and I resisted the urge to give in just so I could see him smile again. “Your father’s not ordering; he’s requesting. Nicely.”

“Well, I’m declining.” I crossed my arms over my chest to hold Robyn’s jacket closed. Also to illustrate my determination. “Nicely.”

“Fine. Then I’m ordering you to go upstairs and throw whatever you need into a bag. Now.”

“Why? Are you scared to stand up to my dad?” I knew I’d stepped over the line when a growl rumbled from his throat and my head tried to bow. Because my Alpha was angry and my inner cat knew that was my fault.

Jace had grown into his position quickly, and as the youngest male Alpha in the world, he was also among the strongest. His leadership had been challenged three times in the four and a half years since he’d taken over the Appalachian Territory, and none of the challengers had come close to beating him. There were only a handful of werecats in the world who could hold their own with him one-on-one, and I was not among those. Nor did I want to be.

He mirrored my stance with his arms crossed over his broad chest, and I could hear the warning before he even spoke. “Abigail Wade, if you’re not in the car in ten minutes, I’ll…”

“You’ll what? Drag me out by my hair? Wouldn’t be a first for me.”

That was a low blow and I had no right to aim it at him, but the moment the words left my mouth, his anger crumpled beneath the weight of something much worse.

Sympathy.

I found pity and awkward compassion everywhere I turned in the werecat world, because all my fellow shifters could think about when they looked at me was what had happened to me the summer I turned seventeen, and how damaged I must be because of it. Which was why I preferred the human world, where I was presumed whole until proven broken.

“Sorry.” I bowed my head and stared at my boots. “I shouldn’t have—”

“No, you’re right. We all let you down when you were just a kid, and I let you down last October. You could have been killed out there in the woods, and I can’t let that happen again. So, I’m ordering you to go get your things and come with me to the ranch. For your own safety.”

That was without a doubt the most overused phrase in any Alpha’s repertoire, and it sounded strange coming from Jace. As if he didn’t really believe what he was saying. But further argument would do me no good, so I sucked in a deep breath and made myself meet his gaze. “Fine. Give me ten minutes.” Then I turned and headed back to the dorm without another glance at him. No matter how badly I wanted to know if he was watching me walk away.

What had happened on fall break wasn’t Jace’s fault. If I’d told him I was leaving campus, as I was technically obliged to do, he would have sent a pair of enforcers—probably my own brothers—to watch out for me, hidden in the trees in feline form. I’d kept Jace out of the loop because I didn’t want to be watched, and he had probably caught hell from the other council members for letting one of the country’s few and precious tabbies put herself in mortal danger.

But he must have taken full responsibility for what I’d done, because no one had yelled at me for my lapse in judgment. Not even my parents, during our bi-monthly video chat.

I owed Jace, even beyond the normal respect due an Alpha from one of his pride members, and paying him back with insolence was unacceptable.

In our dorm room, Robyn finally turned away from the window to watch me throw clothes into my duffel. “You’re leaving? Now?”

“My dad wants me to come home for Christmas.” I threw my toothbrush, its charger, and a nearly empty tube of toothpaste into my toiletries bag on top of the small, square box I hadn’t unpacked after my previous trip home. Then I scooped my makeup into the bag with one swipe of the counter. “Will you be okay here on your own?” Since she was staying on campus over the holiday, we wouldn’t have to pack up all our stuff and vacate the dorm room, a convenience I hadn’t truly appreciated until that moment.

“Yeah. The nightmares are practically gone. I’m fine, Abby. Really.”

I studied her in the mirror, trying to decide whether or not that was true. She had few physical scars from what had gone down in the woods over fall break, and those bastards hadn’t gotten the chance to molest her. Still, she’d seen three of our friends slaughtered right in front of her, and most people weren’t used to witnessing violence or death, up close and personal.

More than anything in the world, I wished I wasn’t either.

“Okay. Knowing my parents, I’ll probably be gone for most of the break, but I can come back sooner if you need me.” I pulled her into a hug. Robyn had been through so much in the woods, and no matter how fine she claimed to be, I knew better than most how long that kind of trauma could take to overcome. If she was staying over the holiday, I should be staying with her. Reluctantly, I let her go. “Call if you want to talk. Okay?”

“I promise.” She smiled at me in the mirror. “Now go have Christmas with your family.”

Christmas with my family.

My mother would hover over me and analyze everything I said for evidence that I hadn’t recovered from that summer four years before. My father would watch me out of the corner of his eye and not so subtly mention what an accomplished enforcer Brian had become, looking for any sign that I was ready to settle down and turn my parents into grandparents.

My brothers would follow me into town so I couldn’t get snatched off the street during any last-minute Christmas shopping, and they’d mentally dismember any guy who had the balls to even look my way, in spite of my large fraternal guard detail.

Going home for Christmas sounded about as pleasant as Thanksgiving spent in prison.

On the bright side, there’d probably be ham.





“So, what’s the big emergency?” I threw my duffel onto the rear floorboard, then slid into the passenger’s seat of Jace’s SUV. His gaze landed on my thighs, where my skirt had ridden up, and the sudden jump in his pulse was…gratifying.

He’d seen me naked—and I him—a million times, but nudity means little to most shifters because it’s required for the transformation to and from feline form. Shifters are aroused by what they don’t see. What they almost see. By the intent implied by flesh displayed behind or beneath strategically placed panels of lace or silk. Flesh that is put on display in private, for a specific intended audience.