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I’m out.”
    Angel got up from the chair she’d occupied so briefly. Jacques could feel the energy change in the room. All of a sudden the air was thicker. He looked at Michael, who was attempting to leave. No, he wouldn’t feel it, but the beast in him did. Angel was hurting. Angry and hurting, and Jacques struggled with the beast within who wanted to calm his mate.
    She plunked her right fist on her hip.
    “How dare you put this at my door? You’ve been gambling away all of your money and now you sell your half of the casino to this, this thug, and you expect me to believe you did it of your own free will? How much do you owe?”
    “My business is just that! I don’t owe you an explanation. Have a great life…sis!”
    Michael turned his back and started walking to the door.
    “You fucking ungrateful coward.”
    In the blink of an eye, Angel was around him and lunging for Michael’s back with an inhuman snarl. The sound must have taken Michel by surprise because he jumped and swung around in time to see Angel shift into a gator. Jacques lunged for her and held her down on the ground. Angel snapped at Michael’s shoe before he could move. Michael screamed loudly and then passed out. Jacques struggled to keep her from doing the unconscious man any harm. Lord almighty she was magnificent. Her powerful tail whipped around, and she tried to roll him so she could be free. Instead he held her and probed her mind. He had to link with her before someone came to find out what all the noise was about.
    “Get off of me! Get off of me! What’s happening?”
    Finally, a connection.
    “Calm down, cher , before someone comes.”
    “W-what’s happening to me? What have I done?”
    The fear was evident in the vibes she was sending his way.
    “Shhhh, it’s okay. You shifted, that’s all.”
    “Shifted? Into what? Why is my vision so crazy? What happened to my voice?”
    “You’ve got to calm down, Angel. I’ll explain everything, but first calm down. It’s the only way I can help you. You’ve got to breathe, okay?”
    “But…”
    “Trust me, cher , you’re going to be okay. Just breathe and focus on my voice.”
    Jacques continued to cover her and talk to her as she calmed. Before long, she was human again. Which was another matter altogether. In human form she was naked as the day she was born. Angel was now all soft and jiggly curves. Her body was warm and damp beneath him. The fragrance she was wearing combined with the dampness of her skin made him want to lick her from head to toe. His cock stiffened against the crease of her bottom. Without thinking, he moved against her and moaned.
    “Get off me, you pervert!” she gritted out through clenched teeth.
    Jacques rolled away from her immediately in shame. What in the hell had gotten into him? He wasn’t the type to maul women. He wasn’t raised that way.
    Angel got up from the floor with her back to him and walked over to one of the large windows framing Las Vegas like a picture. Her body was alluring, but what caught his attention was the circular sunburst pattern at the base of her spine. He’d seen it before on his own mother. It was the mark of a female sovereign. The mate of a pod ruler, her markings were deep tan, just a bit darker than her skin. He longed to run his tongue along the mark. It would be the most sensitive spot on her body. A spot guaranteed to arouse her. Jacques’s hand went to the prominent bulge in his pants and he shifted himself. He watched her with hooded eyes, aroused even in this chaos. Her waist was narrow, leading into wide hips, a nicely rounded ass, and well-shaped thighs and calves. The grunt he’d been trying to keep at bay broke free of his suppression. She jumped a bit but didn’t turn around.
    Her hands were shaky as she jerked a curtain panel from the rod. The clasps gave way and the silky, gold-colored curtain panel slid to the floor. Angel quickly wrapped the panel around her body before turning to face him.
    Her