Page 26 of Catch a Tiger

“Where exactly?” Maybe she could go with them, just to see.

If they really were her mates, Vix didn’t want to pass up this chance. He’d said hewantedher, even after what they’d seen.

If they saw the horrible creature she was and still wanted her…

Maybe she could be more than what he’d made her into.

“It’s a two-hour run southeast.” Those golden eyes were like warm honey, and they drew her in just like his scent. “If you can run as fast as I can anyway.”

Vix bared her teeth at this massive fucking shifter like she didn’t know any better. “Faster.”

If she could kill those vermin, then these three would be nothing if it became…necessary.

They were supposed to be her mates though. Even if she didn’t want them, they werehers.

“Show me how fast you are,” the tiger of summer teased as he tilted his head to the side.

Could she really run with tigers?

“Is it winter there?” she asked, taking a step closer to the intense heat he radiated. It called to her like a patch of sun in the forest, so sweet and yet so very bitter.

“Nothing but snow,” he promised, loosening his hold on her biceps. “If it melts, I’ll gather up all the snow I can find and bring it to you.”

Looking up at the sky again, she waited to see if he would come for her the moment she was distracted, to steal this chance to bemorejust out of spite.

The reel in her head was clicking and clacking, but the images were impossible to see. Still…it was the first time she felt like she might remember without him ever since waking up in that clearing all those years ago.

Her eyes dropped to the golden tiger and she realized then his rings were silver too. They didn’t steam since they were in constant contact with his skin, but his pain was a dull ache behind her eyes.

So much ink stitched into his skin to cover the scars underneath. This one’s pain wasn’t as bad as the other’s, but that was because he’d buried it down deep and the box he kept it in wasbreaking.

Maybe she could fix their boxes and then…

What?

“He took my name,” she whispered, taking another step closer to her scorching sun. “But you can call me Vix.”

“Hello, Vix,” her golden mate purred. “I’m Mylo.”

“My-lo.” The syllables tasted delicious on her tongue. “My tiger of summer.”

His golden eyes flashed with something strange, but otherwise, his scent stayed the same. “Come with us?”

“Forever?”

That warm gold was suddenly cold as ice. “For now.”

Liar.

But they couldn’t cage her no matter how hard they tried. “I’ll come with you,” she conceded, knowing just how dangerous this game she’d decided to play was, but it would besomuch fun. “Then?—”

Mylo didn’t wait for her to finish speaking though. He shifted and took off, heading south.

Vix laughed when she heard his tiger call out to her.Catch me if you can.

Nothing could stop her from chasing after him, running through her forest of death as she went faster and faster and faster.

Fur brushed against her side and Vix laughed again when she dodged a tree to put more space between them, recognizing the wildness of the autumn tiger as he kept pace with her easily.

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