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sort of medication in their food? She hadn’t ate last night, she’ been too sick. She’d flushed it down their version of a toilet to avoid the beating she knew she’d get for refusing to eat. She turned in a circle, scented the air.
    There. She could scent the path Hunter had followed on his way to rescue her. Skirting past the gaping man, she led the way down the trail. She’d have to think about why he’d looked at her so strangely later. Right now, all she wanted was to get off this planet; heal, then get her revenge.
    Behind her, Hunter followed, carrying his burden gently in his arms. They were nearly halfway down the mountain when the scent of fear hit her. The sounds of whimpering and flesh striking flesh soon followed. Then that voice. The voice she’d never wanted to hear again echoed across the frozen tundra.
    Up ahead, Hunter stopped, turned his head toward the newcomers. He started to put his friend down, to go help whomever they’d recaptured. Amy couldn’t let him sacrifice his friend. She’d take care of this. Amy padded over to Hunter, grabbed his pants in her teeth and started pulling him back toward the trail.
    His gaze was uncertain, guilt and grief warred on his face, but he finally nodded and headed back down the trail. Once certain he wouldn’t turn back, she darted off the trail and headed toward the downed rescue team. The voice of the betrayer grew louder as she approached.
    “Too bad her rescuers had to die. I would have liked to ride them. Grab the woman and take her back to her cell. The more women here when the Black Rose hears about today’s rescue attempt, the better for all of us.”
    “Yes, Lady Myra . It will be as you say.”
    Everything in Amy, both the human and the lioness demanded revenge. She wanted to rip the woman apart. Eve had done no favors for the women when she spared Myra ’s life on Taliff’s ship. Amy didn’t blame Eve for what had happened to her and the others at Myra’s hands—didn’t blame her for sparing the bitch’s life—but, that didn’t mean she’d follow Eve’s example and show the traitor mercy. No, if it was the last thing she did before she died, she would make sure Myra paid for all the pain and suffering she’d caused.
    Amy slowed as she neared Myra and the others, lowered her body until she was creeping just above the snow-packed ground. She did her best staying upwind so the chances of Myra catching her scent were lower. No sense in making herself a target before she pounced, or so her ma back home had taught her when she’d taken her on her first hunt as a child. The men would be no protection for Myra in their human form. They were little more than brainless brawn.
    These people hadn’t learned it yet. Centuries on Earth had taught the Earth Lionese that the female were truly the stealthiest of the species. The female stalked and hunted the prey. The men were the stronger, but only if they had the strength of numbers and the female lacked the element of surprise. Both luck and circumstances were on her side this night.
    As physically weak and exhausted as she was, she needed as much of an advantage as she could get if she hoped to rescue the woman they’d recaptured. During their “stay” here, the rebels went out of their way to ensure that bitch Myra stayed happy and healthy. Compensation for her role in procuring the Black Rose females, most likely. Crawling forward on her belly, she watched, hoping to find an opening that would give her the advantage over her enemy.
    “No. Please. I can’t go back. Just let me go, I beg you. Just let me go.” Amy knew that voice. A female from the cell next to her--Maryann. How did she get here, anyway? Taliff hadn’t taken her from Earth aboard his ship. Had they sent more ships to Earth to procure more females? She shook her head. Now wasn’t the time to ask those questions. They would have to wait.
    Another slap, another pitiful whimper. Fury and rage rode the lioness hard. That