has
granted you the status of duat that you will no longer act as a panther,” I
told him. “It’s a big deal; breach of terms is punishable by death.”
“Jesus,” he groaned.
“Hello.”
I turned my head, and there was another man there, just as beat-up as
Russ. “You must be Tony.”
“And who are you?”
He was cocky and I didn’t like him, and Delphine was right; I was
not myself. I breathed out to try and relax, but instead my pheromones
washed over him in a drowning wave.
“Ohmygod,” he moaned, falling to the floor, his body bent in half as
he began his shift.
“Jin!” Delphine cried out, and I closed my eyes, concentrating.
But I didn’t have any control to stop, calm, or gather myself.
Crane.
Russ.
I was so glad Russ wasn’t hurt, and even though I didn’t understand
his reasoning, I wanted him to have the choice of what to do, not have
Logan or Miguel Garza decide. But more than anything, I wanted to see
my best friend. I needed to see Crane.
I wanted to see Crane.
“Jin!”
I looked up at Delphine, saw the pain in her eyes as she went to her
knees.
“Jin.” Russ gagged before he dropped to the floor at my feet.
His loss of control fed my desire to punish those who had taken him.
At once I understood the true size of my ego. What in God’s name made
me think that I could travel by myself with just Delphine in the state I was
in? Why hadn’t I called Logan or Mikhail? Why hadn’t I reached out to
Justin Cho, Logan’s friend and the semel of San Francisco, who probably
knew the semel of Los Angeles well? And why, ever, would I go
anywhere without an escort? I was the mate of a semel; I didn’t leave
home without bodyguards. No mate of a tribe leader did that; it was
considered unsafe, and you were inviting trouble. Why did I think I could
or should simply because I was a man?
Honored Vow
53
The truth was that I was furious at Logan and I had used his
brother’s kidnapping as an excuse to leave. I was worried about Russ, but
I also knew that they could not hurt him, not really, without first speaking
to Logan. They could rough him up, as they had done, but that was all.
And I knew that and I had gotten on a plane anyway. It was selfish and
stupid because I had not only put myself in jeopardy but Delphine as well.
“Reah!”
I could be killed. Delphine and Russ could be killed, and no one
would ever know because no one knew where any of us were. I was
counting on archaic customs and observed ritual to keep us safe, and that
was insane. I should have been home, waiting for word on Crane, waiting
for word on Russ, not acting on impulse. I was the mate of a semel; I
needed to comport myself in that manner. What had I been thinking?
“Reah!”
The scream tore me from my thoughts. When I turned to look for the
man who had let loose the blood-curdling sound, I realized that Blake
Dempsey and I were the sole humans in the room. Everyone else—
Delphine, Russ, Tony, Liza, and all the rest of the men, including Dennis
Jennings, the manu—were cats. I was surrounded by panthers.
I took a breath and everyone in the room, including the maahes,
collapsed. A wave of guilt washed over me as I looked at the cats
sprawled on the floor, panting, some throwing up, others lying curled in
balls, shivering with the aftershocks of my power surging through them. I
had no idea what apology I could make, what excuse would even be
accepted.
“That was obscene.”
I turned my head to look at Blake Dempsey.
There was a stain on his pants: he had come in them, and where he
had ejaculated was clearly, glaringly visible. I gave him a lot of credit for
standing there, eyes locked on mine, swallowing his humiliation down as
he stared at me with burning eyes.
“I’m so sorry.” I choked on the words because it hurt to say as much
as it hurt for him to hear.
“Fuck you and your power, reah,” he roared at me, furious. “I will
not suffer this