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Jix quickly composed himself. Jackin’ Jill was shrewd and crafty. He already knew she was dangerous—he knew that on the night he met her reaping. The thought of how dangerous she must be made him feel the slightest bit electrified.
“You hid in the shadows. How did you do that?” he asked.
“I dimmed my afterglow.”
“How?”
“You’re in no position to ask questions,” she told him. “I should go to Milos right now, and tell him I caught you breaking in on Mary.”
“You’re the one with the lock. I could tell him I caught you.”
“Do you really think he’ll believe that?”
“Yes,” said Jix. “Because he trusts you even less than he trusts me.”
The smug expression left her face, and she took an aggressive step closer. If she attacked him, it would be an interesting contest. Would she scratch or punch or slap? Or maybe she would move in closer than that, and wrestle him. Jix would often volunteer to fight for His Excellency’s amusement, and he knew many impressive wrestling moves. Which moves could he use on Jill, he wondered? Would he choose to pin her, or throw her off? Again, the thought of it sent a wave of excitement running through him.
“Why did you come in here?” she asked.
“I was curious.”
“Curiosity killed the cat,” she quickly replied—exactly as he knew she would. It put him in control of the conversation without her even realizing it.
She glanced down to the coffin. “So now you’ve seen her. Is she everything you imagined she’d be?”
Jix shrugged. “She’s just a girl who sleeps, verdad?”
“And yet she’s more powerful asleep than most of us are awake.” Jill looked him over, and he tightened his abs for the event. “I still haven’t figured you out,” she said. “Why are you even here on this train? It can’t be because you want to be one of Mary’s loyal servants. You’re too much of a loner for that.”
“Like you,” Jix pointed out.
“I stay because I find it amusing. I like watching Milos spin his wheels and try to play ‘daddy’ to Mary’s little snot-noses. But you don’t have a reason to be here, and you never say anything about yourself. I find that highly suspect.”
Jix smiled and gave her his best catlike stare. Jill was unfazed. What was it about her that intrigued him? She was not particularly attractive, and yet he enjoyed gazing at her. There was a certain . . . rudeness to her soul that Jix could not define. It was almost like a scent; sharp, but not entirely unpleasant. It made his nose twitch. When he had first met Jill, he had despised her . . . but there’s a fine line between hate and certain other emotions.
“Are you going reaping tonight?” Jix asked.
“Mmmmmaybe,” she said. It came out like a purr. “If Milos lets me.”
How strange, thought Jix, that she shows Milos such disrespect, yet knows which rules must be obeyed. So very feline.
“You have an urge to hunt and to kill,” Jix said. “As a human, that makes you a criminal. But as a cat, you’d merely be following an instinct.”
She gave him an arrogant glare. “I don’t furjack,” she said. “If you ask me, I think it’s sick.”
“You say that only because you’ve never done it.” He moved closer to her. “Don’t you ever long to be something different? Something . . . other?” He reached out his forearm toward her. “Touch my arm.”
“Why?”
“It’s not just the color and the spots—it’s beginning to feel like fur.”
Cautiously, she reached out and brushed a finger across his velvet forearm the way one might touch a snake.
“It takes a very long time,” he said, “but you can change yourself into what you choose to skinjack.” Then he locked his gaze on hers. “There are no jaguars this far north, but there are mountain lions, I think. . . . If you became a lioness, I could be your male.”
“Gross!” she said, but Jix just smiled.
“Your lips say ‘no,’ but your eyes tell a different story.”
