Hot Blooded by Shayne Maggie

Author:Shayne, Maggie [Shayne, Maggie]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Jove Books
Published: 2011-11-11T14:02:38+00:00

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Chapter 7

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SHE entered every detail of her encounter—except for the name of the shape-shifting doctor—in her computer's password-protected files, watching the clock the entire time. Maybe, she thought, she ought to take the precaution of telling someone what her passwords were, just in case anything happened to her. Just in case Mamma Louisa was right, and Samuel was a killer.

She closed her eyes, battling the shiver that chilled her marrow. In her mind's eye she saw him, Samuel, the man, his eyes burning with passion, hunger, longing—for her. And then she saw the wolf, with its teeth bared, and its eyes gleaming with a far different sort of hunger.

Which was real? Which was true? Could both of them truly live within one being? One man? Was it a constant struggle—the animal against the human? Would one eventually win out over the other? And if so, which would win? .

She had to know. Not only because it was her job, her life's work, but because—because she cared about Samuel. And maybe that made no sense, and maybe she'd only just met him and all of this was based on nothing more than the most intense chemistry she'd ever felt with any man in her life. Or maybe it was something more. Samuel told her that there was something inside her that recognized something inside him. It felt—it felt very much as if that were true.

When she finished entering all the data, describing all she'd seen in as much detail as she could, she changed her clothes, donning a comfy pair of jeans and a ribbed baby-blue tank top. She pulled thick cushy socks and running shoes onto her feet.

Then she took out her trusty backpack and double-checked its contents. The good camera, with high-speed, low-light film. The bottles of water, compass, flashlight. The plaster-cast kit, plastic bags and test tubes for collecting samples, tweezers, sticky-tape. And most important of all—the guns. One, the tranquilizer gun, was already near at hand, but the other was locked away in her briefcase, protected by a combination dial lock.

She spun the lock open and retrieved the revolver. She flipped open the cylinder and checked the six rounds she'd had specially made. While the bullet casings looked perfectly ordinary, with their coppery hue, the tips of the bullets—the parts that actually flew toward a target when the trigger was pulled—were pure silver.

Clapping the cylinder closed again, she tucked the gun into the most easily accessible side pocket of her pack and yanked it up over her shoulders, but then she paused. Almost as an afterthought, she picked up the red gris-gris bag, and added that to the backpack as well. Finally, she headed out of the house.

Long before dawn, Jenny had gained entry to Samuel La Roque's cabin. The door had been locked, but she had no compunction about breaking in, especially after knocking and making enough racket that he would have surely come to the door had he been home. She

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