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"You're pretty hard on yourself, considering only just over a week ago I thought you were done for." Izrayl kissed the base of her neck where her first tattoo was, sending desire shooting down her spine. "You know, I would never have picked you as a wearer of sweet girly underwear."

Katya laughed. "We all have our weaknesses. Mine just happens to be underwear. What's yours?"

Izrayl whispered in her ear, "Tough hunters who wear sweet girly underwear."

Katya turned to wrap her arms around his neck. "Good answer."

CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

Katya steered Cerise's red Jaguar through Paris's tight streets, trying to find the quickest way through the traffic. She was driving like a demon and promising herself to be Cerise's slave for life for letting her use her car.

Bloody Izrayl!If it weren't for him, she wouldn't have overslept and would have been waiting for the Twins when they landed, not getting pissy texts because she wasn't there. She screeched into the five-minute parking spots and dialed Chayton's number.

"Hey, I'm here! I'll get out and wave my arms like an idiot so you see me." She left the Jag purring, climbed out, and looked around the parking lot for her friends. She spotted them almost instantly.

They were both very handsome and tall Native American men with brown skin and long black hair. What didn't show was that they were also immortal and were some of the few Powers that America had. They hated leaving America for too long, so Katya knew that she would owe them a hefty debt if they all survived the coming fight.

"Hey, I was wondering if you had abandoned us," Chayton said, and they hugged her from both sides. She groaned undertheir sandwiching weight but couldn't stop laughing. When they freed her, she kissed them both.

"I'm so sorry I wasn't here on time. I'm a terrible friend," she apologized.

"Yes, you are. You smell like a wolf. What have you been doing?" Honaw asked. There was a very loaded silence that lasted a full ten seconds. "I change my mind. Don't tell me."

"Hallelujah, the dick drought is over," Chayton teased.

Katya rolled her eyes at them. "Don't give Izrayl too much of a hard time. He saved my ass more than once in the past few weeks and I really like him."

"Sounds like that's not the only thing he has been doing with your ass," Honaw muttered.

"Does he have jet lag or justs wants to bust my tits?" Katya asked his brother.

"Ignore him. He's grumpy and hungry," Chayton said as he looked down the car bay. "Which one is yours?"

Katya walked over to the red Jag and slipped into the driver's soft leather seat.

The Twins stood gaping for a few minutes before struggling with each other for the front seat. Honaw, the bigger of the two, won out.

"Holy shit, you've been a thieving hunter, haven't you?" he said.

"It belongs to one of my new friends. She's got a thing for red as you can probably tell." Katya eased the beautiful car out into traffic and hit the accelerator.

"She'll kill you when she finds out you have been revving the shit of her car," Chayton warned as he got sucked to the seat.

"I've seen her drive. Believe me, I'm taking it easy. She's also a keres." Katya couldn't help but laugh at their faces. "What? You didn't seethatin your visions of the future?"

"We just never thought we would see the day you would be friends with supes," Honaw said. "Or be shagging a malevolk krovi for that matter."

"I'm a big girl, Bear. I don't need your approval."

"I'm surprised that you've finally gotten over your problem with his kind," Honaw replied.

"I think it's great." Chayton placed a warm hand on Katya's shoulder. "It's good to see you have found someone to love."

Katya swerved erratically and swore loudly.

"What the hell?" Honaw complained, gripping the dash.

"Tell Chayton to stop scaring me," Katya shouted back, and she steadied the car. "Shut up about that sort of shit when I'm driving. Bloody hell, I barely know the guy. Sheesh."

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