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“You just shot me with a silver bullet.” He nudged it with his toe. Shouldn’t he be howling, grabbing his foot, and hopping around as it smoked and burned? “Didn’t even leave a mark. Impossible just ain’t what it used to be.”
He lifted his gaze, and the fury there, the barely contained violence, made Gina step back. Jase had been angry with her—pretty much non-stop since Teo had shown up—but he’d never looked as if he wanted to kill her before.
She turned to run, and he crossed the short distance between them too fast for a mere human to move, then grabbed her arm.
“No,” he said softly, but beneath the voice she knew so well rumbled a growl that did not belong. He plucked the rifle from her hand and tossed it over his shoulder with an absent flick of his wrist. The weapon sailed a good hundred yards.
Gina was sorry to see it go, even though it hadn’t done her a damn bit of good.
“You shot me.” Jase shook her.
Her head snapped back, forward, once, twice; then he let her go to stalk across the ground, seemingly oblivious to the sharp rocks and cacti beneath his bare feet.
“It didn’t hurt you,” she said. And why was that?
“You thought it would kill me.” He reached behind one of the six-foot-tall rock formations surrounding them. “Would you have shot him?”
Jase dragged a bound and gagged Mateo Mecate into view.
* * *
Matt was disgusted with himself. How had he let this happen?
To be fair, he hadn’t let Jase tie him up. Matt had come downstairs as he’d promised, and the asshole had conked him on the head. Next thing Matt knew he was staring at stars and wishing he were dead.
But never more so than when he heard Gina’s voice.
Why me?
When McCord yanked him into view, Matt was still trying to piece together why Gina was here, what the gunshot had meant, and why the idiot was naked.
“Teo!” Gina ran to him and pulled the tape from his mouth—fast and sure, the best way, but it hurt. He sucked in a breath, and she murmured, “Sorry,” as her hands searched for his bonds.
“Ah-ah-ah.” McCord yanked her to her feet. “He stays like that.”
She struggled. “Why bother? If a damn bullet didn’t hurt you, he can’t.”
“A bullet didn’t hurt him?” Matt pushed against the ground with his bound hands, managing to sit up, though he nearly wrenched his shoulder from its socket in the process.
“Silver right through the heart,” she said, disgusted. “Not a mark on him.”
“You shot McCord?” Matt asked. “Why? Not that I don’t want to, but … he’s your friend.”
“That thing is not my friend.” Her lip curled.
Strangely, McCord didn’t seem bothered by her disgust. Another piece of information that made Matt very nervous. What did he know that they didn’t?
It suddenly dawned on Matt why McCord was naked. In Matt’s defense, he had been hit in the head. “He’s a werewolf?”
“Yep.”
“And you shot him, but nothing happened.”
“I think you’re right, Gina.” McCord’s lips curved. “Moldy isn’t so moldy after all.”
“You’re the Nahual,” Matt said.
Gina glanced back and forth between the two men. “That’s impossible.”
