A Jaguar's mate

Ch 2



He swore, savage and succinct. The arm across her chest tightened, her world spun and she lay in his arms her legs dangling ineffectively.

"Police freeze!" an authoritative voice ordered.

He turned slightly to look over his shoulder affording her one too.

There were two of them, arms drawn with no nonesense stances. They were burly but nothing compared to the man who had her. Still, they were armed. Heart soaring she resumed her struggles, straining to speak against his hand.

"Put her down!" the same cop ordered.

They had guns, he had nothing, she was saved! Never again would she cut through the park, not even during the day and a car, she would deposit one first thing tomorrow regardless of the cost. No more stupid mistakes, life was too precious.

And her hope premature, instead of putting her down he ran. Bullets sounded behind them, she screamed in her throat then sheltered her head against his chest. His body jerked as one of them found its mark and the tears she had been holding in flowed.

How could they shoot at a hostage?

What if his body had not been big enough to shield her?

Her body shook uncontrollably, tears rained down her cheeks. Why was this happening to her? She was nothing special, if you discounted the fact that she aged extreemly well. At fourty-eight she looked like a twenty year old and had no explanation for it. Could that be the reason why he had kidnapped her? Was he going to kill her?

She did not want to die, she had yet to live!

"Everything will be fine Aage, I will not hurt you." he said as he met her eyes with eyes the gentlest aquamarine.

He removed his hand from her mouth.

"Please," she sobbed, "let me g-g-go."

"I am sorry I cannot."

She cried in enerst, fearful gasps of anguish raking her body.

With extreme tenderness he lifted her to lie against his shoulder, his hand craddling her head as if to keep her safe, ironic when he was the one who threatened her.

Without breaking stride he ran on uncaring of the tears that soaked his neck and chest, the night wind had to be chilling against it. It certainly chilled her and she was wearing a sweater and suit jacket on top of her blouse.

A siren wailed behind them, she jerked up to see as another joined in. Aghast, convulsive, she clutched his shoulders her nails bitting into his smooth skin.

What manner of trouble was she in?

What type of...of thing was he?

In the little time he had been running they had already passed the town limits. The park was near the edge of town but still this was ridiculous. Cars whisked by as he overtook them, the squad cars struggling to catch up to him in the traffic. He had none to contend with as he ran besides the road.

She was dreaming, she had to be! Otherwise an incredibly big man was

Shattered not broken book

"Why do we have to use the back door again?" Luc asked.
"Abused women do not appreciate men walking about their sanctuary, especially well built men like us." Mac suplied.
"Makes sense but I thought the place was guarded by our kind?"
Mac gave a scornful snort, "The mortals have never been able to see us when we do not want them to."

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