![]() ![]() His body wasn’t only honed it was hot-big chest, wide shoulders, tight abs, firm biceps against a form-fitting black T-shirt. He rose to a height of well over six feet and gazed at Kim with eyes blue like the morning sky. When Kim entered, he stood, setting the papers aside.ĭamn. He was a Shifter all right-thin black and silver Collar against his throat hard, honed body midnight black hair definite air of menace. His booted feet were propped on the desk, his long legs a feast of blue jeans over muscle. A trickle of moisture rolled between Kim’s shoulder blades as she made herself open the door and walk inside.Ī man leaned back in a chair behind a messy desk, a sheaf of papers in his hands. She knocked on the door marked “Private,” and a man on the other side growled, “Come.” “I’ll try to keep him alive.” Kim pivoted and stalked away on her four-inch heels, feeling his gaze on her back all the way. When she nodded, the man gestured with his cloth to a door at the end of the bar. Kim told herself she had nothing to be afraid of. ![]() This was a crappy part of town, and menace was its stock-in-trade. No strange, slitted pupils, no Collar to control his aggression, no air of menace. “You the lawyer?” a man washing glasses asked. But it wasn’t normal, standing on the edge of Shiftertown as it did. It looked normal-windowless walls painted black, rows of glass bottles, the smell of beer and stale air. ![]() The bar was empty, not yet open to customers. ![]()
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