I figured I’d toss up an excerpt from BENEATH THE SKIN when Mia and Gibson meet for the first time…
de La Vega Cats: BENEATH THE SKIN
Copyright 2012, Lauren Dane
All Rights Reserved, Samhain Publishing
Releasing April 3
So she was a little caught up in the decision between meatball and salami for her sandwich when she scented not just other shifters, but gun oil. Instantly alert, she scanned the area so when the shots went off and a car sped off, her training kicked in and she sprinted to where a man lay on the pavement, keeping low, her phone in her hand.
The scent of his blood hit her hard. A shifter. She put the phone away. No calling the cops for that unless there was no other choice. She crouched, taking him in.
“They fucking shot me,” the large male on the ground in a pool of his blood managed to say as he tried to sit up.
“Stay still,” she barked as she ripped the front of his shirt open. He’d been shot at least twice that she could tell. First the bleeding needed to be stanched and then she needed to get him off the street. She pulled her extra shirt from around her waist to press against the wound, and the blood stung her hands when it soaked through the material. Silver. “Shit.”
“Ouch! Why are you shoving me down? I’ll be fine in a…” His words trailed off and his eyes rolled back. A flash of memory hit her, disorienting her a moment until she ruthlessly shoved it aside.
“They used silver. Obviously I can’t call the cops, but we need to get you off the street so I can dig the slugs out before they finish the job and kill you.” She knew all too well just how badly that hurt. “My apartment is just a block up the street. Let’s get you inside so we can call your Alpha.” Though since she was also a jaguar in Boston, his Alpha would be hers as well.
He started to argue but she ignored him, hoisting him up on her left side, letting her cat surface enough to power her to that door. Damn, he was solid and heavy, like a freaking truck.
She took a chance that the elevator would work as she punched the button for the fourth floor. It shuddered a moment and squealed, but they did arrive safely and she hustled him to her apartment.
“Don’t get blood on anything. My brother is pissy about that stuff.” She managed to get the door unlocked and him inside.
He focused narrowed eyes on her. “You’re a cat. Did you come in with the others?”
“I know it hurts but don’t snarl at me.” She laid a blanket over her bed with her free arm before she put him on it. She rustled through her things in the closet until she found her kit. She didn’t bother with gloves—they were both jaguars and he was going downhill very fast.
“Did you come with Bertram’s cats?”
“Who the fuck is Bertram?” She pulled her belt off and put it between his teeth before she got to work digging out the first bullet. “This is going to hurt.”
He growled, his cat glowing in his eyes, watching her warily.
“What’s your name?” Keep him conscious.
She ignored the complaining muscles in her right hand as she had to work to keep the wound open to dig out the second bullet. His body continued to try to heal around the wound, fighting her.
“Gibson de La Vega.”
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