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“I’m fine.” She sat up, but Birk rested a hand on her arm.
“I want—we want—to say something to you.”
Birk swung his feet over the side of the bed and clicked the lamp on. He seemed to have no compunction about being naked, but she pulled a sheet up over her. “Go ahead.”
“I’ll take a shower and dress first.” He stood and disappeared into the bathroom.
Nervousness stirred in her stomach. What could they have to say? Did they not enjoy themselves last night? No, that couldn’t be it. The men had let her sleep a short while and then woke her to go at it again. Their appetites were unbelievable, and she’d found it hard to keep up. Yet, every touch sent her into the stratosphere, so she didn’t mind.
When Birk vacated the bathroom, Kotori took his turn. Birk walked to the living room to retrieve his and Kotori’s clothes and returned to dress where she lay. Once again, she admired his body, taking in the valleys and plains, the corded muscle and sinew. When he yanked his boots on, his arm muscles bulged, and she sighed, remembering how they felt wrapped around her.
At last, they were both dressed, and Shiya had made no attempt to rise from the bed. She scooted up near the top and clutched the sheet under her arms. When Kotori eyed the imprint of her nipples behind the thin material, she crossed her arms. The man was impossible.
“So what’s this about?” she said, hoping it wasn’t something bad.
Birk leaned against the wall, arms folded. He opened the blinds and peered out as if he had nothing better to do with his day other than to watch the water. Shiya swung her gaze from first one man to the other. Kotori appeared content to let Birk head the conversation.
She opened her mouth to prompt Birk, but when he spoke, she snapped her teeth together so hard it shot a clang of pain through her head.
“You know what we are, Shiya.”
The bottom dropped out of her world. He couldn’t mean what she thought. No, he meant . . . what? “What you are?”
Birk sneered. “Let’s not play any more games. You know Kotori and I are shifters, and we know what you are.”
Human? Not a Keith. She pushed her way to the edge of the bed and stood to wrap the sheet tighter around her figure. Shuffling through all of the training, all the information crammed into her head over the weeks before she came here, she
searched for what occurred next in a situation like this. The answer should be right there, engraved on her memory the way her dad lectured, but fear had wiped the canvas clean. With a glance, she checked the nightstand for her cell phone, but too late remembered she’d left it in the other room. Stupid move. No, it had been stupid to sleep with them.
Play dumb. “Just what do you think you know about me, Birk?”
He crossed the room in two or three strides. She backed up and hit the nightstand, knocking the lamp over. Kotori stood by, out of nowhere, to catch it and set it upright. Birk frowned down at her. “I thought we agreed no more games. If you’re afraid of us, why did you have sex with us?”
Shiya stood straighter, hands on her hips. “Why are you so damn angry all of a sudden? Oh, I get it, all the charm flew out the window after you got what you wanted last night!”
His nostrils flared, and his hot gaze raked her from head to foot. “I can have any woman I want. It doesn’t have to be you.”
The crack of her hand slapping his face punctuated the air. Birk didn’t move. A muscle twitched in his jaw.
“Feel better?” he said in a low tone.
She scowled at him. “Okay, I know you’re shape-shifters.”
“And you’re a Keith,” Kotori added. “From a family of shifter hunters.”
Oh hell, so they did know. From the looks of it, they’d known from the beginning. Her family had hatched a plan for her to seduce them, and at the same time, they’d intended to draw her in.
She rubbed moist palms down her legs. “So what does this mean? You’re kidnapping me to draw my dad to Juneau?”
“Interesting,” Kotori muttered. “If we didn’t have a plan like that, you would have given us the idea.”
Shiya swore. “What then?”
Birk stepped closer. The heat from his body permeated her sheet, and even while she feared him in this state, she remembered how tender he had become several times during their time together. She recalled his funny jokes while they spoke online, the ones he told well and the ones he screwed up. They’d laughed, but that could be the charmer in him, a natural ability they all had to capture their prey.
“All of us have heard of you,” Birk told her.
She lit on the word. “All?”
