The Shifters. Alexandra Sokoloff

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Название The Shifters
Автор произведения Alexandra Sokoloff
Жанр Современные любовные романы
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Издательство Современные любовные романы
Год выпуска 0
isbn 9781408928776



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scuttled off, listing to one side.

      Ryder sprinted back to where Caitlin was crumpled on the street, stooped and picked her up in his arms as if she weighed nothing, and strode across the sidewalk to set her carefully up against the wall of the nearest shop. He knelt in front of her and took her face in his hands, looked into her eyes. She could feel the heat of him, the adrenaline of the fight—and more—a molten anger, which she realized, startled, was rage that she’d been attacked. “Are you hurt?” he demanded.

      She swallowed, overwhelmed.

      “Caitlin,” he said roughly. “Do you know who I am?”

      “Who?” she answered weakly. It was a joke, but he seemed to take it seriously.

      “Do you know where you are?” he asked more urgently.

      “St. Ann Street,” she answered meekly.

      “What day is it?”

      “Thursday. I’m fine,” she protested and started to struggle to her feet. Ryder took her firmly by the waist and sat her down again, and she gasped, not from pain, but from the electrically sexual feeling of his hands on her. Heat suddenly pulsed through her entire body.

      It’s adrenaline, that’s all. You just almost died, of course you’ve got a rush, she told herself.

      He took her face in his hands and leaned over her, and she went light-headed, sure he was going to kiss her. But he only turned her head gently to one side, then the other, examining her throat. She felt limp in his hands, overwhelmed with the chemistry of their contact.

      Suddenly he was still, no longer examining her but just looking into her eyes. His were green as the sea.

      “Keeper,” he said, and his voice was hoarse. His eyes looked into her, through her, and this time his thumbs brushed her lips, sending another electric current through her.. She could feel the rise and fall of his chest, and she knew that whatever she was feeling, he was feeling it, too..

      Abruptly he pulled back, looked down the street. “I don’t have much time. That guy will be dead in minutes. I have to get to him first.” He gripped her arms once again. “I’ll be back for you.”

      Before she could speak, he was on his feet and sprinting down the street in the direction the tourist had gone.

      Caitlin slammed her palms on the sidewalk and pushed herself up. “The hell with that,” she muttered aloud.

      She staggered, dizzy, and had to hold herself up on the wall…then tore off down the street after him.

      The next block was empty and dark. Down the street Caitlin could see Ryder barreling after the tourist, who was moving fast but stumbling like a drunk zombie.

      Ryder put on a burst of speed, long, hard-muscled legs pumping, but before he could tackle the tourist, the man did a sudden spin—and then his body jackknifed backward, his spine arching until his head nearly touched his ass. Caitlin stopped in her tracks with a gasp of horror. Then the tourist jerked again, his chest bulging as if his heart was about to break free.

      He was making choking noises, foaming at the mouth, as his body bowed backward and forward in horrific contortions.

       Either this is a massive heart attack or an alien is

      about to burst out through his ribs, Caitlin thought wildly.

      And then there was the sound of a siren approaching, followed by feet pounding, and she was seized around the waist as Ryder grabbed her and hauled her back into a storefront, holding her against his side.

      A patrol car skidded around the corner, past the doorway where they were hiding. Uniformed cops were jumping out even before the vehicle came to a complete stop.

      The cops ran for the tourist, who did one final, impossible jackknife and collapsed in the middle of the street.

      The cops surrounded him with weapons drawn.

      “Hands behind your head!” one shouted. The tourist didn’t move.

      “Put your hands behind your head!” the officer repeated grimly.

      The body lay still. The uniforms advanced cautiously, weapons at the ready.

      At Ryder’s side, Caitlin strained to see around the corner of the doorway. In death, a shapeshifter’s body returned to its original form, and she wanted to see what that original form was.

      The tourist’s head had dropped to the side, and his face was angled straight toward the doorway where she and Ryder stood. The streetlamps provided a perfectly lit view. Cait held her breath, waiting for the change..

      The tourist’s eyes were wide and staring. Definitely dead.

      But his features remained the same, as did the proportions of his body. Caitlin shook her head, not understanding. “But…”

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