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could shake the slutty right out of herself.
    She was here to rent an apartment and work in the Square, not maul her new landlord—no matter how crazy-sexy-hot he might be. Lillian flicked her pale blue eyes up to meet his and fought for self-control.
    “You’re going to rent me this place for four hundred dollars a month?” Lillian blurted the words out, sounding as stunned as she felt.
    He leaned closer and held her hand tighter as he curled her fingers closed, pressing the keys into her grasp, and whispered, “Yes.”
    “Is it because of what happened with your sister?” The question was out of her mouth before she could stop it. She’d almost forgotten about the crazy sister—almost. She had to admit she was itching to find out what that story was, and if her stupid computer hadn’t died, she could’ve Googled it. “I mean—I heard about something, and Gladys said you couldn’t rent this place because of it. Did she die here or something?”
    She cringed. Lillian knew she was babbling, but she couldn’t help it—she was nervous and turned on and in desperate need of her calming crystals.
    His eyes narrowed, but he held her challenging gaze as the muscles in his jaw flickered with tension. Without answering her question, he dropped her hands and strode toward the door.
    For a moment, she thought her big mouth had blown the whole deal.
    “That door all the way to the right is a private entrance from the street, and the other door leads to your bathroom. I live in the rest of the first floor, and the second story is mostly storage. I realize that you’ve had a difficult time since you’ve arrived here in New Orleans, so you can pay me for the first month once you’re settled in.”
    “I—I don’t know what to say,” Lillian said through a short laugh as she clutched the keys to her chest and gave him a wide smile.
    “By the way, I’m sure you’ll hear many wild stories about my sister, but if you want to know the truth, then come by the bar later for a drink, and I’ll tell you everything.”
    “Thank you, Boris.”
    Lillian had seen pain flicker briefly in his features as he mentioned his sister, but he quickly squelched it. She would most definitely be taking him up on that offer. He was more intriguing by the second, and she decided that she couldn’t wait. Her eyes widened, and she ran to him excitedly, taking his large hand in hers.
    “Hey, let me read your palm. No charge, of course,” she added quickly.
    Boris stood stone-still and said nothing but gave a curt nod of agreement. She flipped his palm over and noticed how comfortable the warmth and weight of his hand felt against her own. She shuddered as that luscious pleasure wave washed through her, but she resisted the urge to moan like a horny harlot.
    She closed her eyes, placed her index finger at the beginning of his lifeline, and waited as the images came. She saw Boris as a young boy with huge light brown eyes and shaggy hair with a little girl who looked like she could’ve been his twin. Then as he grew and became a teenager, his eyes changed. They glowed bright yellow, like the eyes of the tiger from her dreams, and seconds later, she saw Boris shift into a massive Bengal.
    Her breathing quickened as she moved her finger along the deep line in his palm, and her heart thundered as she saw people around him shifting—changing into all kinds of animals. Lions. Birds of prey. Wolves.
    She saw Boris’s sister with glowing amber eyes. A fire blazed in the bayou. Screams. Howls. Bone-shattering roars. Heat flashed, and Lillian’s body burned as the images changed to the not too distant future.
    A tiger stalked toward her with an ear-splitting roar.
    Lillian dropped his hand abruptly and struggled to catch her breath. She took a step back and flicked her gaze briefly to Boris, who stared at her through concerned eyes.
    “You sure do like tigers,” she huffed as she wiped the sweat from her forehead with the sleeve of her jacket.