She gave a shake of her head. “I’m fairly certain your middle name is Aggravating Bastard.”
He stole another kiss before straightening and nodding his head toward the west wall. “Take the female out the side door and call for backup.”
With a smooth efficiency, Reny was moving along the edge of the room, her gun held in a professional grip.
Good girl, he silently approved, waiting until she was approaching the bound female before he stalked forward, using the sheer power of his presence to capture the villains’ attention.
Even humans could sense when there was a predator in their midst.
Halting a few feet away, he folded his arms over his chest.
“You should listen to…” He glanced toward the older woman. “Lady Cerise, I presume?”
The redhead clenched his hands, deliberately flexing his muscles. As if Sebastian would be impressed. Twit.
“Who the hell are you?” he blustered.
“I could say I’m your worst nightmare but that would be so clichéd.” His smile was mocking. “Oh, the hell with it. I’m your worst nightmare.”
Out of the corner of his eye, Sebastian watched as Reny silently crept forward and began working on the ropes that held the nearly unconscious female.
Confident she could complete her mission, Sebastian briefly watched Lady Cerise scuttle away, accepting he’d have to track her down later before he returned his attention to the redhead who was taking a step forward.
“Careful, Van,” Derek warned. “He’s one of those fucking animals.”
Van turned his head to spit on the ground, revealing the image of a raven that had been branded on his neck. The Mark of Shakpi.
“I’ve had my rabies shots,” he assured his friend, acting all badass with the knowledge they had Sebastian outnumbered.
Sebastian arched a brow. “Wanna play, tough guy?”
“Play with this.” Pulling a gun from a holster at his lower back, Van squeezed the trigger.
Sebastian easily dodged the bullet and stalked forward.
“Shit, do something,” the man rasped, emptying his magazine in an attempt to halt Sebastian’s relentless approach.
“Like it’s doing you any good?” Derek muttered, abruptly retreating toward a nearby storage room.
“Where are you going?” Van demanded as his companion fled, finally realizing that Lady Cerise had disappeared at the first sight of Sebastian. “Goddamn cowards.”
Sebastian allowed his smile to widen, breathing deeply of the man’s rising terror. These bastards had not only attacked helpless females, but they were deliberately trying to create trouble between Pantera and humans.
They deserved to be punished.
Still he forced himself to wait before he attacked the fool. Reny was still urging the stumbling female across the floor. Once he was sure she was safely out of the building, he would—
Concentrating on Reny, Sebastian failed to notice Derek stepping back out of the storage room with a small gun in his hand. Not that he would be worried even if he had.
A bullet would hurt like a bitch, but it couldn’t kill a Pantera.
But it wasn’t a bullet that he felt stab into his neck.
Instead, it was a tiny dart.
Baffled by the ridiculous weapon, Sebastian reached up to pluck the dart from his neck, instantly recognizing the toxic potion that the Pantera had recently discovered being used by Shakpi’s disciples.
A numbing sensation spread through his body with terrifying swiftness, cutting off his connection to his cat.
Shit. He couldn’t shift when he was away from the Wildlands, but his strength and superior senses were directly connected to the power of his animal.
Turning to charge the bastard, he felt his knees threaten to give away as the toxin pumped through his bloodstream.
“Damn.”
His last thought was relief that Reny was headed away from the warehouse, before Derek slammed a two-by-four against the side of his head.
“Do you have to be so rough?” Koni Handler whined, trying to pull away from the arm that Reny had wrapped around her waist to keep her upright. “My side hurts.
Reny resisted the urge to remove her arm and allow Koni to drop to the crumbling cement that had once been a parking lot.
“You want to get caught?” she muttered, continuing to half-drag the woman toward the pile of pylons as she texted her commander for backup.
All she wanted was to get the woman into the safety of her car so she could return to the warehouse.
Her last glimpse of Sebastian had been him confronting the two men with an arrogant confidence, but she was anxious to return to make sure he didn’t do something stupid.
She didn’t know much about the stubborn Pantera, but she suspected that he could very well underestimate the danger of humans when they were scared. The sooner she could get back to help him, the better.
“God, no. Why would they be so horrible?” Koni muttered, her tone petulant. “I did everything they asked.”
“Like lying to the police about who attacked you?”
“Are you a cop?”
Reny sent her an impatient glare. “I’m the person saving your ass.”
The woman hesitated, as if considering the possibility of pretending innocence, before she gave a reluctant nod.
“Yes, I lied.”
“Why?”
“One of my regulars at the bar where I work asked if I wanted to make some extra money,” she explained.
Reny’s gaze scanned the shadows for enemies, her weapon held in her hand. Her senses might tell her that they were alone in the darkness, but she’d devoted the past eight years to ignoring her instincts, preferring to depend on her training.
“What did you have to do?” she asked.
“Let them mark me up like I’d been attacked by an animal and then go to the police.”
Reny grimaced. “And you agreed?”
“They gave me five thousand dollars,” Koni said. “Of course I agreed.”
“How did you end up in the warehouse?”
“I—”
“The truth,” Reny interrupted as her companion hesitated. “Trust me, I’ll know if you lie.”
“When I first agreed, I didn’t know they were going to leave scars,” Koni complained, holding out her arm that was marred by what looked like four long claw marks. The wounds were certainly deep enough to leave lasting proof of her stupidity. “I can’t make tips looking like a freak-show.”
“You tried to blackmail them for more money?”
Her lower lip stuck out in a pout that had obviously been practiced in front of a mirror. “They owed me.”
“Yeah, and scumbags you meet in bars always pay their debts.”
“Okay, at first they said no,” she admitted, stumbling over a chunk of concrete. “Then last night they called and said they changed their minds. I didn’t know they were going to try to kill me.”
The woman burst into tears, but Reny ignored them.
It wasn’t just her lack of empathy for a woman who’d been ready to lie to the police and start an interspecies war just for money. But she’d caught a renewed whiff of that strange sour smell that had been in the warehouse, warning her that they were no longer alone.
Dragging her companion around the pylons, she opened the back door and shoved her inside.
“Stay here,” she ordered.
“No.” With unexpected speed, Koni reached up to grasp her arm. “Don’t leave me.”
Reny cursed, unable to struggle. Not when she was holding a loaded gun. “An ambulance is on its way.”
The woman gave a loud wail that made Reny wish she carried duct tape. “Please, they’re going to kill me.”
“Not if I kill you first. Let go,” Reny muttered, grabbing the woman’s fingers and peeling them away.
Then, slamming shut the door, she carefully eased her way around the pylons, not surprised to find the older woman standing just a few feet away.
“I’m FBI. Don’t move.” Reny pointed her gun at the woman’s head. “Who are you?”
“Lady Cerise,” she said, her tense expression visible despite the darkness. “You’re too late.”
Reny frowned. “What do you mean?”
“They’ve taken the Pantera away.”
Sebastian? Fear thundered through her even as she desperately tried to hold on to her training.
She couldn’t afford to be rattled.
“Why would I believe you?”
Lady Cerise arched a brow. “You’re a Pantera as well, aren’t you? Can’t you sense he’s gone?”
Reny stiffened. She didn’t want to think about the whole Pantera thing, but the woman was right.
The faint awareness of Sebastian’s presence that unconsciously hummed through her entire body was absent.
Shit. Her fingers tightened on the gun. “Where did they take him?”
“I can show you.”
“Yeah, right,” Reny scoffed.
The woman held up her hand, the bracelets rattling around her wrist. “I swear.”
Reny narrowed her gaze, studying the thin face lined with age. “Why would you help me?”
“Because I am beginning to realize that I’ve made a terrible mistake. I thought—” She broke off her words with a shake of her head.
“What?” Reny prompted.
“It doesn’t matter.” The woman squared her shoulders. “Shakpi must be stopped.”