Leopard's Prey
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At first, when he’d gotten to the Inn with the intention of talking to her—explaining about her heritage as best he could without seeing the actual proof of her leopard—he’d been angry that she was gone. He feared she’d run from him, but she wouldn’t have left her clothes and jewelry behind. There were too many personal items in the room. She’d had time to pack her most important things if she was leaving permanently and she hadn’t done that.
As he stepped onto the sidewalk beside his brother, Gage shook his head. “Everyone’s been out lookin’ but no one has spotted her car. Do you want me to put out an official request?”
Remy took a breath. He could feel something was wrong, but he had another solution to try. “Not yet. I’m goin’ back to the Inn and let my leopard try to track her. I’ll take a radio and call in if I find her or need backup.”
“It’s daylight.”
Swift impatience crossed Remy’s face. His fists clenched and he took an automatic step back, away from his brother. His temper was as out of control as his leopard felt. He was terrified she’d left him and he’d bungled everything because he couldn’t stop himself last night. He was angry as hell at himself. Even Gage had been shocked that he’d left his mate in a state of emergence. The Han Vol Dan was brutal on a woman, especially when she had no idea of what was happening.
“I don’ give a damn if it’s daylight. My leopard can keep to the groves and grasses. He’ll track her.”
He’d put work first. It had been so important to him to find Bijou’s stalker. He’d deliberately set himself up and then, when he knew her stalker had been drawn out, he’d been so impatient to get there, he’d left her behind without so much as talking to her about what had transpired between them. He knew her. He knew her better than anyone, whether she thought so or not. Maybe better than she knew herself. He had known she’d wake up and be horrified at her behavior. And she’d attribute it to her father’s genetics, not her mother’s.
“Don’ go off all crazy, Remy,” Gage cautioned. “You can’t have a leopard runnin’ free in daylight hours, not confined to the swamp. Everyone is packin’. You get some good ole boys spottin’ a leopard and they’ll go huntin’ and then we’ll really have a problem on our hands.”
He’d let her down when she needed him most and he sure as hell wasn’t going to let her down again. He knew she was in trouble. He felt it. His leopard felt it. Gage could think he was going off crazy, but it wasn’t that. His leopard was—extraordinary. Difficult but extraordinary. He’d find her.
“I’m goin’ to find her, Gage. I’ll start at the Inn and track her from there. If you’re worried, follow at a distance and keep everyone off of me.”
“Has anyone ever told you not only are you a mean son of a bitch, but you’re stubborn too?” Gage snapped.
Remy sent him a cool, calm look that said everything. “I believe our father told me that long before you ever did.”
“And what the hell really happened to put that bruise on your face? Did she beat you up?”
Remy was distracted for a moment, memories washing over him so strong, with such intensity, that for a moment he froze. After he’d marked Bijou, his leopard had emerged to rake the walls and in the process, as he’d shifted back, he’d run into a lamp. Hard with the side of his face. He’d been in the throes of passion, not caring about furniture.
Abruptly he turned on his heel and headed for his car. He heard Gage swear again and then the brush of material as Gage raced to his own car, but the urgency in him was growing—a feeling of dread and fear. Leopards were said to find the same mate, each time they were reborn. Sometimes those connections grew strong enough that they could even speak to one another without saying a word, using a form of telepathy. Remy had no idea if that were true, but he did know he felt connected to Bijou in some way—and that connection was very strong.
He drove fast. His leopard’s vision and quick reflexes gave him an advantage on the road, and everywhere else for that matter. He used every bit of his leopard’s abilities, pushing the car to the maximum on the narrow roads, outdistancing his brother. The moment he pulled up to the Inn, he caught sight of Saria in the front yard.
He threw his keys on the seat and reached back for the leopard pack every self-respecting leopard kept close. Saria ran over to him.
“I searched her room. I swear she didn’t take anything at all with her, Remy. She didn’t leave, but she isn’t answering her cell.” There was worry in Saria’s voice. “What happened last night? Was she upset?” Her gaze slid from his. “I found the sheets. And the room is . . . wrecked.”
Remy glanced at her. “I’ll do the repairs. Don’ worry.”
“I’m not worried about a room, Remy, just Bijou. Did somethin’ happen last night? Did you two fight? She wouldn’t . . .” She trailed off, looking more upset than ever.
He shook his head adamantly. “She wouldn’t do anything dumb. I’m goin’ after her. Using my leopard. He’ll track her.”
Saria’s eyes went wide with shock. “Those photographers have been by lookin’ for Bijou, Remy. You can’t take that chance. They know she’s here and for all we know they’re lurkin’ in the bushes, or have set up shop down the road with a zoom lens.”
As he stepped onto the sidewalk beside his brother, Gage shook his head. “Everyone’s been out lookin’ but no one has spotted her car. Do you want me to put out an official request?”
Remy took a breath. He could feel something was wrong, but he had another solution to try. “Not yet. I’m goin’ back to the Inn and let my leopard try to track her. I’ll take a radio and call in if I find her or need backup.”
“It’s daylight.”
Swift impatience crossed Remy’s face. His fists clenched and he took an automatic step back, away from his brother. His temper was as out of control as his leopard felt. He was terrified she’d left him and he’d bungled everything because he couldn’t stop himself last night. He was angry as hell at himself. Even Gage had been shocked that he’d left his mate in a state of emergence. The Han Vol Dan was brutal on a woman, especially when she had no idea of what was happening.
“I don’ give a damn if it’s daylight. My leopard can keep to the groves and grasses. He’ll track her.”
He’d put work first. It had been so important to him to find Bijou’s stalker. He’d deliberately set himself up and then, when he knew her stalker had been drawn out, he’d been so impatient to get there, he’d left her behind without so much as talking to her about what had transpired between them. He knew her. He knew her better than anyone, whether she thought so or not. Maybe better than she knew herself. He had known she’d wake up and be horrified at her behavior. And she’d attribute it to her father’s genetics, not her mother’s.
“Don’ go off all crazy, Remy,” Gage cautioned. “You can’t have a leopard runnin’ free in daylight hours, not confined to the swamp. Everyone is packin’. You get some good ole boys spottin’ a leopard and they’ll go huntin’ and then we’ll really have a problem on our hands.”
He’d let her down when she needed him most and he sure as hell wasn’t going to let her down again. He knew she was in trouble. He felt it. His leopard felt it. Gage could think he was going off crazy, but it wasn’t that. His leopard was—extraordinary. Difficult but extraordinary. He’d find her.
“I’m goin’ to find her, Gage. I’ll start at the Inn and track her from there. If you’re worried, follow at a distance and keep everyone off of me.”
“Has anyone ever told you not only are you a mean son of a bitch, but you’re stubborn too?” Gage snapped.
Remy sent him a cool, calm look that said everything. “I believe our father told me that long before you ever did.”
“And what the hell really happened to put that bruise on your face? Did she beat you up?”
Remy was distracted for a moment, memories washing over him so strong, with such intensity, that for a moment he froze. After he’d marked Bijou, his leopard had emerged to rake the walls and in the process, as he’d shifted back, he’d run into a lamp. Hard with the side of his face. He’d been in the throes of passion, not caring about furniture.
Abruptly he turned on his heel and headed for his car. He heard Gage swear again and then the brush of material as Gage raced to his own car, but the urgency in him was growing—a feeling of dread and fear. Leopards were said to find the same mate, each time they were reborn. Sometimes those connections grew strong enough that they could even speak to one another without saying a word, using a form of telepathy. Remy had no idea if that were true, but he did know he felt connected to Bijou in some way—and that connection was very strong.
He drove fast. His leopard’s vision and quick reflexes gave him an advantage on the road, and everywhere else for that matter. He used every bit of his leopard’s abilities, pushing the car to the maximum on the narrow roads, outdistancing his brother. The moment he pulled up to the Inn, he caught sight of Saria in the front yard.
He threw his keys on the seat and reached back for the leopard pack every self-respecting leopard kept close. Saria ran over to him.
“I searched her room. I swear she didn’t take anything at all with her, Remy. She didn’t leave, but she isn’t answering her cell.” There was worry in Saria’s voice. “What happened last night? Was she upset?” Her gaze slid from his. “I found the sheets. And the room is . . . wrecked.”
Remy glanced at her. “I’ll do the repairs. Don’ worry.”
“I’m not worried about a room, Remy, just Bijou. Did somethin’ happen last night? Did you two fight? She wouldn’t . . .” She trailed off, looking more upset than ever.
He shook his head adamantly. “She wouldn’t do anything dumb. I’m goin’ after her. Using my leopard. He’ll track her.”
Saria’s eyes went wide with shock. “Those photographers have been by lookin’ for Bijou, Remy. You can’t take that chance. They know she’s here and for all we know they’re lurkin’ in the bushes, or have set up shop down the road with a zoom lens.”
