Unbidden the image of Annalise came to mind, leaning forward, talking of a coming war between supernaturals, of there being choices that might ultimately lead to the deepening of Rebekka’s gift so she could fully heal the Were outcasts, allowing them to shift between forms.
This was one of those choices. Rebekka felt certain of it.
Her hand strayed to the amulet. Her mind went to the past, to the demon father who’d saved her from rape and sent her to the brothels.
This world was far removed from that one. And whatever his reason for fathering her, she didn’t think she’d serve his purpose here.
But here offered a measure of safety, of peace, as long as she kept the amulet on.
And temptation, a small voice whispered in her mind, her body tingling with pleasure at the memory of Aryck on top of her, his cock thrusting against her stiffened clit as his tongue fucked in and out of her mouth. If they hadn’t been interrupted . . .
She wet her lips. Her heart pounded in her chest as she realized even though the answers she needed were in Oakland, and remaining near Aryck would only lead to pain, she couldn’t leave, not when she had an excuse to remain. “I’ll stay and share what’s in the journal with you.”
“Good.” Phaedra rose to her feet. “I need to speak with Koren.”
Rebekka remained seated. She clamped her thighs together, but instead of easing the throbbing in her clit and swollen labia, it seemed to intensify her awareness of them. Until Aryck she’d never viewed herself as a sexual being. She’d suppressed all desire, not wanting to be turned on by witnessing carnal acts she knew degraded and slowly killed something inside those she loved and considered her friends.
She touched the place where the tattoo was hidden beneath her clothing. She’d thought to save herself, to use her virginity as a way of proving she was no prostitute. But that assumed she would find a man she could trust with both her heart and her body, someone she could share her life with—her secrets.
How could she think she’d find that now? Who would want a demon’s child? A healer whose gift could also bring death on an unimaginable scale?
Need rippled through her at remembering the hungry look in Aryck’s eyes. Why not take the pleasure he offered?
Because I don’t think I can keep my feelings separated from my body, she admitted, a chill invading as she imagined Aryck seeing the tattoo and knowing what it meant, then turning away from her in disgust because of it.
A small hand holding a bouquet of purple flowers appeared in front of Rebekka’s face, jerking her from her thoughts. She turned her head slightly and saw the Tiger cub standing on the other side of the log she sat on.
“For making me better,” Caius said.
Rebekka took the flowers, holding them close to her nose and inhaling. “Thank you.” She patted the log next to her. “Would you like to sit?”
He looked down, shifting from one foot to the other before finally mumbling, “I have a favor to ask.”
She reached over and took his hand. His nervousness crept up her arm and settled into her chest. “Ask.”
Blue eyes looked at her through shaggy, white-blond bangs. “Will you go with me to meet the Tiger?”
Her heart turned over in her chest. Of course Caius would want to meet Canino, someone who was like him.
“Do you know where he is?” She hadn’t thought about Canino since arriving at the Jaguar camp.
“Yes.”
“Let me put the flowers in the cabin and my shoes on and we’ll go.”
They found Canino sunning himself on a huge flat-topped boulder next to a small pond. He yawned widely, revealing his canines. A roar followed when Caius ducked behind Rebekka.
“Can you ask him to shift?” Caius whispered, trying to keep his voice low enough so it wouldn’t carry to the Tiger.
Sudden guilt burdened Rebekka’s heart, casting doubt and making her question whether or not she’d done the right thing in agreeing to stay here longer instead of returning to Oakland and the Weres who needed her there. “He can’t change form.”
“Oh.” Caius edged out from behind her. “It doesn’t matter.”
Canino stood, body rigid, lips pulling back in a silent snarl.
Caius retreated behind her again.
Despite the show, Canino’s emotions didn’t register against Rebekka’s senses as a threat. They were more like those of a cranky, solitary male whose nap had been interrupted and who intended to go back to sleep unless his unexpected visitors were committed to staying.
There was a tingling of curiosity directed at Caius as well. A touch of sadness that made her wonder how Canino had come to be held in the maze, and if he’d lost a mate and offspring in the process.
Rebekka turned long enough to put an arm around Caius and maneuver him so he stood in front of her. Anxiety and the desperate desire to be accepted vibrated through his small body.
She leaned down and placed a kiss on the top of his head, sending the same waves of calm she used with injured wildlife to soothe him. “Aryck told me if it weren’t for you, the other cubs would be dead.”
Caius’s chest swelled and he stood a bit taller. “He did?”
“Yes. You were amazingly courageous to do what you did for them. Now introduce yourself to Canino. He won’t hurt you.”
The Tiger chose that moment to charge.
He came at them fast and Rebekka jumped, her pulse skittering despite her belief he wouldn’t attack her.
Caius froze in place, making only the tiniest of sounds.
At the last moment Canino veered, nearly knocking Caius and her over with the rub of his side before padding back to the rocks and stretching out again, tail twitching and curling against the stone like a striped question mark, as if asking, Well, what are you waiting for?
“Go on,” Rebekka said, cupping Caius’s chin and tilting his face upward so she could place a kiss on his forehead.
The cub pressed against her, soaking in the affection. Rebekka’s thoughts strayed to his mother, locked in her grief over the loss of her mate and failing the son she’d created with him.
It took several moments for Caius to gather his courage and determination. Finally he stepped away from her and shed his clothing with the same unconcern over nakedness she was used to in the brothels.
His change wasn’t as fast or graceful as Aryck’s had been. It was accompanied by mews of pain before it was done.
Joy filled Rebekka at having the white Tiger cub with blue eyes brush against her legs and purr like a giant kitten. She knelt, scratching his neck and behind his ears. “Go. I’ll stay for a while.”
Rather than invade Canino’s space, Caius padded over to the edge of the pond. He swiped at the water. Pounced on fish or shadows or nothing at all, making Rebekka smile.
Curiosity got the better of Canino. He leapt from his resting place and landed with a giant splash, then swam over to stand in the shallow water and shake next to Caius.
With a laugh Rebekka picked up the cub’s discarded pants. She folded them as she walked over and claimed Canino’s place in the sun.
Contentment came with the feel of the sun’s rays against her skin, lowering her guard so a daydream crept in. Of Aryck and a little boy who looked just like him.
The Watcher
TORQUEL en Sahon took flight as Rebekka drowsed in the sun. This daughter pleased him greatly.
Her strength lay not only in her gift but in her compassion for others. She was a survivor, and yet it hadn’t hardened her.
There was worse to come now. Death that couldn’t be prevented.
For the first time he wished he could call a halt to her testing and reveal himself to her. He wanted to acknowledge her with the writing of her name in the Book of the Djinn.