Ghostwalker 09 - Ruthless Game

and Robert.
    If the twins had planned some underhanded sneak attack on her customer, she was going to let them know once and for al that she could take care of her own.
    “Do your brothers know what you’re doin’?” Dion hissed between clenched teeth. “That man is dangerous, Saria. You’re in over your head.”
    She tapped her fingers on her thigh, whol y aware of Drake’s interest. She was careful not to look at him. “This isn’t any of your business, Dion, nor is it my brothers’ business. I’m a licensed guide. In case you haven’t noticed in the last few years, it’s how I make my livin’.”
    Dion shook his head, stepping closer to her and lowering his voice another octave. “Not with this man. If he wants a guide, I’l do it for you. You have no idea what you’re dealin’ with.”
    “So tel me,” she chal enged. “He didn’t rol over and play scared when you and your brother tried double-teaming him.” Fury burned through her. “If you know somethin’ about this man, tel me now.”
    “I’ve been around men like him, Saria; you haven’t. He’s too stil . He didn’t even blink when we came up on him and believe me, chère , normal men fear us.”
    She believed him. Robert and Dion were built strong and could fight fiercely. Others left them alone, knowing that if you fought one, you’d be fighting the other.
    She shrugged one shoulder. “Then I guess I’l be safe out in the swamp with him.”
    Drake could hear the whispered conversation rather easily, as could his leopard. His cat was already far too close to the surface, and once again he found himself struggling to keep the animal under control. Saria was surrounded by leopards. And if he hadn’t known it before, he sure as hel knew it now: he didn’t want any male in any form near her.
    The Lanoux twins, as wel as the man in the shadows, whoever he’d been—and Drake wouldn’t be able to tel until he managed to get over there and nose around—were certainly leopard. The older gentleman—Amo Jeanmard, she’d cal ed him—who was watching them from the path with interest was a leopard as wel . Drake had stumbled into a real shifter lair, where not one but several families grouped together to form a loose coalition. He hadn’t honestly known one existed outside of the rain forest.
    He inhaled the scent of males in their prime, furious that another male had entered their realm. An outsider, possibly a rogue. He had no fear of them—
    both he and his leopard had been fighting since he was a child—but he hadn’t shifted in a long while. The surgeon had been adamant that he take it slow and al ow his leg to ful y heal before he tried shifting again. That mattered little to his cat.
    His animal raged, throwing himself at Drake. But Drake had been an alpha for many years, running teams of male leopards in the rain forest, where their primitive natures often edged out the civility of their human sides. It took strength, patience, and discipline to control them—al of which he had in abundance. More than anything, he had to get Saria away from the males. If he read her correctly—and he was very good at reading people—she was as independent as they came.
    Ignoring the others, as wel as the older man coming up behind him, he sent her a smal , taunting smile. “If your man objects to you showing me around, Ms. Boudreaux, perhaps you could recommend another guide.”
    Saria blushed as she turned toward him. He found it charming, even al uring, and, as color swept into her face, he felt a bit guilty for manipulating her.
    Her eyes glittered, more amber than brown. “ Monsieur Lanoux is not my man. I’m your guide, Mr. Donovan, and no one is takin’ the job from me.”
    She pushed past Dion, stalking toward Drake, her shoulders stiff with outrage. She actual y shoved against Robert as she passed him, her shoulder hitting his. She was a little thing but solid, and she had surprised, even shocked, the male. She rocked him, Drake saw with satisfaction. His grin widened, and he al owed admiration to flare for a moment in his eyes. He loved her accent and he noted it got stronger when she was angry, something wel worth remembering.
    Saria picked up his bag and pointed the way into the grove with it. At the same time, she glared at the brothers. “I’m quite capable of keeping us safe in the swamp.”
    “Your brothers ...” Dion began.
    “Mind their own business,” she snapped back. “Good evening, Mr. Jeanmard,” she