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Rafael turned to some of his rats, giving instructions, leaving me alone with the two bodyguards. “Is Igor your real name?” I asked.

“Nickname,” he said.

“What’s your real name?”

He smiled and shook his head.

“What could be worse than Igor?” I asked.

His smile widened to a grin. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

It made me smile, and some tightness in my chest eased. You’d almost think I was relieved to have bodyguards of my own. Naw, not me. I didn’t need no stinking bodyguards. I probably wouldn’t need them, but extra muscle is like extra ammunition. If you need it, it’s good to have it, if you don’t need it, then it can always go back in the box.

Truth was, I felt more protective of my leopards than protected by them. Sad, but true. And I didn’t entirely trust Merle, or Noah, or even Micah. He was keeping things from me, and I didn’t like that. Some women are just never satisfied.

Rafael moved off through his people, giving them soft-voiced instructions. Micah moved up closer to me, with Merle and Noah at a very attentive distance. I looked at Micah and suddenly couldn’t be this close and not touch him. I reached my hand out to him, his eyes widened, but he took my hand. His hand slid over mine in a play of pulsing warmth that almost took my breath away. I watched a similar reaction play on his face. What was going on? I drew my hand out of his, and it was like pulling it through melted taffy, so thick.

I looked up to find that, except for Claudia and Igor, we were surrounded by wereleopards, his and mine. The moment I met Nathaniel’s eyes the power jolted through me. I turned from him to Cherry, and her pale eyes widened. The power was so thick it was like trying to breath something liquid, as if it hurt for the air to go down. The power leaped between me and Zane, Vivian, and Caleb, who was next in the circle. Caleb, who I didn’t particularly like. But as soon as I searched his face, the power leaped between us, just as it had with the others.

He gasped, hand going to his chest, as if he’d felt it like a blow there. His voice came out strangled. “What are you doing?”

“She is being Nimir-Ra,” Micah said.

I turned back to him, but in the turning crossed Noah’s gaze first. The power stretched between me and this stranger, and the fear showed on his face. I was strangely calm; it felt right, good. Gina moved closer to Merle, and that drew my gaze. The power swung through her, from her. We were all like some great circuit of energy, sharing, flowing, growing. Tears trailed down Gina’s face; she cried softly, clinging to Merle’s arm. I met his eyes last, as if I was supposed to, and he tried to turn away, but it wasn’t a matter of locking gazes, it was a matter of my attention going to him. The power, my power, my beast, noticing him.

The power lashed through him, because he fought it. He tried to shield, but he couldn’t shield from this. It wasn’t that I was strong enough to force him. I didn’t try to push. It was more that the power recognized him, and something, maybe his beast, resonated with the power. He turned slowly to stare at me, and the look on his face was pained. It didn’t hurt, it felt warm and good and frightening.

The power grew, wound tight and tighter, until it filled the air around us.

Claudia said, “What the hell are you doing?”

“Bonding,” Rafael said, and he drew the two wererats out of our circle. The instant they were gone, the circle tightened, and it was like the pressure of a storm; my ears needed to pop, as if the pressure of the air had changed.

Micah moved to stand in front of me. The others formed a circle around us as if someone had choreographed it. We stared at each other and then reached a hand towards each other. It was hard to move forward, as if the air had grown solid and we had to push our way through. Our fingertips touched, and our hands slid together, quickly, easily, like a fish breaking through water into open air. We spilled around each other, our arms, our bodies touching completely, as if we could walk into the other’s body like