Alexandre.
And he was naked. Cat remembered that shifters supposedly didn’t retain their clothes when they shifted.
“Oh, dude!” Cat threw her gaze the other way. Since she had slept with Gabriel, seeing his brother naked was an awkward thing. “Do I have to see your cock?”
“Shut up. Can you walk?”
“I guess I can. But I’m handcuffed.”
“Follow me.” He morphed back into a lion.
Cat crawled behind him. The fire fight continued. When Alex deemed she wasn’t moving fast enough, he grabbed her collar with his jaw and dragged her like a mother cat would her kitten. Cat flailed, but Alex was very strong. She cursed as Alex hauled her through grass and bushes. Her ass felt like a pincushion. Her legs were bruised and bled. But Alex seemed determined to get her away from the scene.
She was too exhausted to complain when Alex finally stopped. She slumped. Two pairs of strong hands seized her and lifted her into a Jeep. The men were swathed in black with fierce face-paint. They carried rifles and killing paraphernalia that could wipe out a small army. The door slammed. The Jeep screeched into the night.
Have I just been saved?
But she was so tired. Her eyelids grew heavy despite the throbbing pain. Her body ached everywhere.
She was so damn tired…
Chapter Six
When Cat woke up, she felt warm and fuzzy. She was propped up in a comfy chair. Her body was clean and her hair was tied into a ponytail. And her leg. Her left leg was in a cast. So was her right arm.
She nudged the blanket that was draped over her and discovered she was in a hospital gown. Again. But she wasn’t in a hospital. She was in a freaking aeroplane.
“Good. You’re awake.”
“Gabe!” Cat wanted to hug him, but the cast prevented her.
Gabriel embraced her and kissed her forehead.
“Thank God you’re okay. I thought I saw you jump into the fire and…” Cat giggled. Why was she feeling so euphoric?
“Oh, great. She’s stoned,” a voice commented. Alex. He took a seat across from her chair.
“I’m totally not stoned,” she argued. “I still know math. Just ask me.”
“It’s the painkillers,” Gabriel said.
“Whatever it is, I like it.”
“Shall I give her a relaxant, Mr Larousse?” A voice came from the seat behind her. “So Miss Kovac could rest?”
“No!” Cat was wide-eyed instantly. “No more drugs. You owe me explanations, Gabriel!”
“Maybe later, Dr Greene.” Gabriel fixed her blanket. “Want something to drink?”
“Please. Do you have a juice box?”
Alex got up. “I’ll get it.”
Cat looked around. The aeroplane didn’t look like a commercial one. Private jet? Bet Gabriel could afford a nifty toy like this. The cabin had four seats facing each other, then rows of more seats behind her. It looked like Gabriel flew with a whole staff. She saw several people she didn’t know clustered at the back of the plane.
“Where are we?” she asked Gabriel. “Besides the obvious.”
“We’re heading home. From Johannesburg.”