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He stroked her hair, murmuring, “Carrie, Carrie, it’s all right. It’s all right.”

Carrie. Could it be Dr. Carrie Onslow? It seemed likely. But what was the head biologist on the troll project doing having hysterics in the woods?

Richard had slid completely down into the leaves. He’d pulled her into his lap like she was a child. It was hard to judge, but she seemed tiny, smaller than I was.

The crying eased. She lay cuddled in his lap, held in his arms. They’d dated. I tried to feel jealous, but I couldn’t manage it. Her distress was too extreme.

Richard stroked the side of her face. “What’s wrong, Carrie? What’s happened?”

She took a deep breath that shuddered as it escaped her lips, then she nodded and blinked up at Shang-Da and me.

“Shang-Da.” Her eyes turned to me. She seemed embarrassed that we’d seen her lose control. “I don’t know you.”

“Anita Blake,” I said.

Her cheek rested against Richard’s chest, so all she had to do was roll her eyes upward to look at him. “You’re his Anita?” She made it a question.

He looked up at me. “When we’re not mad at each other, yes.”

I watched her rebuild herself, gathering her personality back around her like layering clothes against winter weather. Her eyes filled while I watched until her face burned with intelligence, with a force, commitment, a determination that shone so fiercely it seemed to thrum through her skin. I watched her and knew instantly why Richard had dated her. Staring down at her, I was glad she was human, glad he wouldn’t be having sex with her. Because just a few moments in her presence, and I knew that this one, this one could be trouble. That was the real danger with not being monogamous. It wasn’t really the sex, though that bugged me a lot. It was the fact that it meant the other person wasn’t satisfied, that they were still looking. If you’re still looking, sometimes you find it, whatever it is.

I didn’t like staring down at this woman who was obviously in pain and thinking about my own problems. I didn’t like the fact that I was a little afraid of her. I mean, I was human, and he’d had sex with me. I hated that this was what I was thinking before anything. Hated it a lot.

She started to push away from Richard’s arms.

I said, “Don’t move on my account.” It came out dry and sarcastic. Good, better than wounded and confused.

Richard looked up at me. I couldn’t read his expression, and I made sure mine was pleasant and gave him nothing.

Dr. Carrie Onslow glanced up at Richard, frowned, then finished pushing away. She slid out of his lap to lean against the tree trunk. Small frown lines had formed between her eyes, and she kept glancing from Richard to me, as if she were confused and didn’t like it.

“What’s happened, Carrie?” Richard asked again.

“We went out today just before dawn, as usual.” She stopped talking, staring at her lap, then took a deep, shaking breath. Three breaths and she seemed better. “We found a body.”

“Another hiker?” I asked.

Her eyes flicked to me, then back to her lap, as if she didn’t want any eye contact for the story. “Maybe, it was impossible to tell. It was a woman, beyond that . . .” Her voice failed her. She looked up at us, small eyes shimmering with fresh tears. “I have never seen anything so horrible in my life. The local police are saying that our trolls did it. That this is proof that that hiker was a troll kill.”

“Lesser Smokey Mountain trolls don’t hunt and kill humans,” I said.

She looked at me. “Well, something did. The state police wanted my expert opinion on what could have done it if it wasn’t trolls.” She buried her face in her hands, then raised her face like someone coming out of deep water. “I looked at the bites. They were made by something with a primate jaw structure.”

“Human?” I offered.

She shook her head. “I don’t know. I don’t think so. I don’t think a human mouth could do that kind of damage.” She hugged herself, shivering in the heat. “They’ll use this to try and call in some bounty hunters and kill our trolls, if they can prove that the trolls