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by Alexandra Ivy


  “Business?”

  “Family.”

  “Fuck,” Teagan muttered.

  The man rarely discussed his past, but he’d never made a secret of the fact he deeply resented the father who’d beaten his mother nearly to death before abandoning both of them.

  “Exactly,” Rafe agreed before leaning forward to keep anyone from overhearing his words. “Keep an eye on Hauk. I don’t think he’s taking the threats seriously enough.”

  “Got a hunch?” Teagan demanded.

  Rafe nodded, as always surprised at how easily his friends accepted his gut instincts. “If someone wanted to hurt him, they wouldn’t send a warning,” he pointed out. “Especially not when he’s surrounded by friends who are experts in tracking down and destroying enemies.”

  Teagan nodded. “True.”

  “So either the bastard has a death-wish. Or he’s playing a game of cat and mouse.”

  “What would be the point?”

  Rafe didn’t have a clue. But people didn’t taunt a man as dangerous as Hauk unless they were prepared for the inevitable conclusion.

  One of them would die.

  Rafe gave a sharp shake of his head. “Let’s hope we have culprit in custody when we find out. Otherwise...”

  “Nothing’s going to happen to him, my man.” Teagan grabbed Rafe’s shoulder. “Not on my watch.”

  MICHEL/STRIKER

  by Alexandra Ivy and Laura Wright

  BAYOU HEAT SERIES

  CHAPTER 1

  Winter was no more than a crisp edge in the breeze that threaded its way through the Wildlands. Michel sucked in a deep breath of the fresh air, savoring the tingle of magic that flowed through his veins.

  He loved this secret homeland of the Pantera. It was a place of beauty, power, and untamed dangers that lurked in the thick shadows. Not even the dozen new houses that were being constructed for the victims who’d been rescued from Locke’s dungeons of horror could mar the lush wetlands that were filled with a vibrant green.

  This morning, however, his attention wasn’t on the cypress trees that dotted the thick bayous, or the nearby cubs who playfully wrestled on a patch of grass. Instead he watched the slender female who was perched on a fallen log, monitoring the playful cubs and occasionally making scratches on a clipboard she had balanced on her knees.

  She was a striking beauty with her long curly red hair that blazed in the sunlight with a rich gold threaded through the strands. Her eyes were a pale green and her skin was soft and satiny, except for the scars that ran from her mid-cheek down to her throat.

  The first time he’d seen her, he’d noticed the burn marks she tried to hide with her hair, but he’d instantly dismissed them. Instead, it was the rest of her satin skin that had captured and held his attention. A perfect cream that made his cat long to lick it until it was rosy with passion.

  His intense arousal had set off all sorts of alarms in the back of his mind. Not to mention pissed him off.

  This female had worked with Locke, kidnapping and torturing his people, along with innocent humans. And for all he knew, she was still working for the bastard.

  It was obscene that his cat would instantly fall in lust with her.

  And even more obscene he’d been unable to take another female to his bed since she’d arrived in the Wildlands nearly a month before.

  He swallowed a growl as he sensed the approach of his leader.

  Like him, Raphael was a Suit, but the two males couldn’t be more different. Raphael was tall, with a golden beauty and easy charm that made him the perfect Diplomat. Michel, on the other hand, was three inches shorter with broad shoulders and muscles that bulged beneath the New Orleans Saints sweatshirt and faded jeans he was wearing. His dark hair was skull-shaved and his eyes a dark green rimmed with black. His skin was naturally a deep copper tone, with a tattoo of a crouching puma inked on his chest.

  He was also more aggressive than most Suits, which was why his brothers had been shocked when Raphael had made him a spy. But while Michel might not have a golden tongue, or the ability to mix among the humans, he could scale a building, disable the surveillance, and take out a dozen guards without breaking a sweat. Hell, he’d broken into the Oval Office just to prove he could.

  “Should I ask why you spend so much time watching Dr. Young?” Raphael demanded, folding his arms over his chest as he studied Michel’s tight expression.

  “I would think that was obvious,” he muttered.

  “Yes, I suppose it is,” Raphael drawled. “She’s lovely.”

  A strange sensation tightened around Michel’s chest, his gaze never wavering from the female. She wasn’t lovely.

  She was stunning.

  It wasn’t just the delicate features or the fiery hair. It was the intense intelligence that shimmered in her green eyes and the grim resolution etched on her face.

  This female was a survivor.

  His cat was dangerously fascinated. Thankfully, his brain was connected to his human side. Which meant he wasn’t going to be blinded by a pretty face and perfect tits.

  “I don’t trust her,” he said, his voice hard as he watched her lean forward and lightly run a finger down the nearest cub’s back.

  Over the past two weeks she’d requested the opportunity to do non-invasive research on the children who had been created in Locke’s laboratories. She’d promised that she only wanted to make sure that they were healthy and growing at a steady rate.

  “Have you forgotten that she has given us information on our enemy that we would never have discovered without her?” Raphael demanded. “And that her skills have helped us heal our people?”

  Michel turned his head to meet Raphael’s determinedly bland expression. Were his lips twitching?

  Did the annoying shit think Michel’s obsession with the female was funny?

  “She’s shared just enough to earn a place in the Wildlands,” Michel snapped. “For all we know she’s a very clever spy who’s trying to lull us into complacency while she gathers intel to send to our enemies.”

  “So cynical,” Raphael murmured.

  “Because it’s what I would do,” Michel said between clenched teeth.

  “True.”

  Michel made a sound of frustration. He didn’t understand why everyone else was so eager to forgive and forget when it came to Dr. Chelsea Young.

  She was the enemy.

  No matter what his cat might be trying to tell him.

  “Besides, she’s had Pantera blood. She’s admitted that she’s developed heightened senses and she’s stronger than she was before her injections,” he pressed. “And there’s that little matter of her claim that she can ‘sense’ the Pantera. And even humans from a great distance.”

  Raphael shrugged, not nearly as concerned as he should be. “I know, which is why I have her under constant surveillance.”

  He nodded toward a large Hunter with short, tousled dark hair and eyes that were a vivid violet flecked with gold.

  Far from comforted, Michel growled deep in his throat.

  The young male had been lurking around Chelsea for weeks, his handsome features and easy charm easily working their magic on Dr. Young. Usually Michel found Rage’s ability to ensnare the opposite sex a source of amusement.

  Now there was nothing funny about it.

  Not one fucking thing.

  “Rage is a talented Hunter, but he doesn’t understand the complex games that spies play,” Michel pointed out the obvious. “Not too mention he’s a perpetual flirt.”

  Raphael cocked a brow. “Does that bother you?”

  Michel refused to be goaded. He’d already revealed more than he wanted. “It leaves him open to manipulation.”

  “Ah.” There was a hesitation before Raphael cleared his throat. “You know, Michel, I assumed you of all people would be sympathetic to Chelsea.”

  His brows snapped together. “Why would I have sympathy for a woman who used our people as science experiments?”

 
“Because you know what it’s like to be different while you’re growing up, and the desperation to fit in.”

  Michel’s breath caught in his throat, his cat crouching inside him as a remembered pain made him flinch. He rarely allowed himself to recall his early childhood when he’d been born with deformed legs. The twisted joints had been beyond the efforts of the Healers, and it hadn’t been until human technology had evolved far enough to operate on him that he’d at last been able to walk.

  Yes. He understood the dark desperation of being flawed. And the fierce need to do whatever to gain command of your life. And why Chelsea’s eyes remained shadowed even when she smiled…

  “It’s not at all the same,” he abruptly denied.

  “No?”

  His fists clenched. “I didn’t sacrifice others for my cure.”

  Raphael gave a dip of his head. “Fair enough.”

  Michel turned so he was facing his companion. “When are you going to confess what’s going on, Raphael?”

  The older male shrugged. “What makes you think something is going on?”

  Michel gave a short laugh. “I can sense when you’re tap-dancing around because you have a piece of shit duty you’re about to dump on me.”

  “Okay.” Raphael grinned. “I need you.”

  “About damned time,” Michel breathed. As much as he loved the Wildlands, he needed to get away and clear his head.

  Plus he needed to be doing something. Anything.

  “You might not be so eager when I explain your mission,” Raphael warned.

  Michel gave a lift of his shoulders. “Anything is better than sitting on my ass waiting for—” He bit off his words, narrowing his gaze. “Wait. You don’t want me to babysit, do you?”

  “Christ, you should be so lucky,” Raphael muttered. “I have an endless mob of females in front of my house just waiting to catch a glimpse of my precious daughter.” He shook his head, not quite capable of disguising his bone-deep pride. “I barely get to hold her unless I steal her from her crib and sneak out of the house.”

  “Then what do you want?”

  Raphael folded his arms over his chest. “Dr. Young gave us six locations where Stanton Locke might potentially be hiding.”

  Ah. Now they were getting somewhere.

  “You want me to check them out?”

  “Actually I’ve had the adolescent Hunters following up the leads.” Raphael grimaced. “They need the practice and they’ve been itching with the need to do something.”

  Michel was plagued with the same itch.

  Feeling as if he’d been leashed was no doubt a part of the reason he’d become so…consumed with thoughts of Dr. Chelsea Young.

  “And?” he asked.

  “And I just got a call from Jazz in Bossier City,” Raphael said, referring to one of the adolescent Hunters who’d shown great promise. “She’s heard rumors that a prominent military contractor recently arrived at Barksdale Air Force Base and set up a secret lab in the abandoned bunkers.”

  A sick ball of dread lodged in the pit of Michel’s gut. Christ. He didn’t want to consider the possibility that the human military was somehow involved. It was going to be hard enough to hunt down Locke and stop him without adding in…

  No. He gave a sharp shake of his head. He wasn’t even going to go there.

  Not until they could be sure what was going on.

  “What makes her think it has something to do with Locke?” he demanded.

  “She thought she caught sight of Locke headed into the base, but lost him in the wetlands that surround the bunkers.”

  Michel curled his hands into tight fists. Inside, his cat roared with the need to taste blood.

  He was going to stop that bastard. One way or another.

  “I’ll find him,” he swore.

  Raphael held up a warning hand. “First I want you to discover what his plan is and who’s involved.”

  Michel didn’t hesitate. “No problem.”

  Raphael gave a sharp laugh. “Whatever you lack, Michel, it isn’t confidence.”

  Michel shrugged. He was the best at what he did. False modesty was as ugly as boasting. “You ask, and I deliver.”

  “True.” Raphael paused, a worrisome smile playing around his lips. “But on this occasion you won’t have to do it alone.”

  “A partner?” Michel scowled. What the hell was Raphael thinking? He always worked alone. “That’s not really my style.”

  “It is this time.”

  Michel stilled, a chill inching down his spine. Something was up. Something he wasn’t going to like.

  “Who’s the lucky Hunter?”

  “Not a Hunter.”

  Michel narrowed his gaze. “A Suit?”

  “An expert on Locke.”

  “Who?” He sucked in a shocked breath as he realized just what his companion was implying. He’d suspected he wasn’t going to like what Raphael had to say, but this… “No.”

  “No?” Raphael’s voice was dangerously soft, but Michel was too angry to care.

  “You want me to rephrase it?” he snarled. “Hell, no.”

  About the Author

  Alexandra Ivy is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Guardians of Eternity, as well as the Sentinels, Dragons of Eternity and ARES series. After majoring in theatre she decided she prefers to bring her characters to life on paper rather than stage. She lives in Missouri with her family. Visit her website at alexandraivy.com.

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