For Your Paws Only (Supernatural Enforcers Agency #2) (23 page)

And where the fuck were the LLPD? Wasn’t this their party?

Her tiger let out a wary yowl as she heard a twig snap to her left. Why was there always a random twig for the bad guy to step on and spook the heroine?

Isis rested her hand on her gun. Her first choice would be to shift and let Ms. Kitty –
that’s what she called her tiger
– loose. But humans had an unfortunate habit of screaming and wetting their pants whenever she let her frisky feline loose.
And they called her a pussy!
If any of the idiot LLPD were stomping around, she didn’t want to give them a heart attack accidentally.

She couldn’t hear any other strange noises, but the wind was starting to whip up something fierce. So much for the glorious Los Lobos nights. She scented the air and almost gagged at the smell of rotting flesh.
What the crap?
Okay, yeah, it was a cemetery – but the bodies were in the ground right? Oh, it was
that
kind of horror movie. Well if it came with Rick Grimes from the TV show, she’d be okay with that.

Isis was considering cutting her losses and just turning round. She’d never admit it to her friends, or her mother – who had an unhealthy interest in her daughter’s sex life – but a nice, warm bath beckoned. And after that, she planned to lay in her bed, eating cookie dough, catching up on Elementary and snuggling with her cats Minion, Lucifer and Brimstone.
What? They’re pretty names.

It wasn’t to be, however. With barely a ‘what the fuck,’ a mighty push from behind promptly had her toppling into a freshly dug grave. She face-planted onto something squidgy, and with a yelp that was hardly befitting of a tigress, she realized she had landed on a dead body. A fairly fresh dead body, and one that had just been divested of his arms.

“Gross!” she snarled as her tiger snapped her jaws.

Even worse, someone must have witnessed her less than elegant belly flop into the grave, as footsteps neared. Unless it was the one who pushed her –
in which case she was all for round two
– she just wanted them to go away.

Isis twisted round, mindful of where she was putting her hands. A light shone directly into her eyes and she growled.

“Ma’am, are you okay?” The deep, chocolate voice made her pause and had her tiger purring like a kitten. “Here, take my hand?”

And, for the first time in her thirty-year-long, man-eating life, Isis simpered and even swooned a little as she reached for the strong, masculine hand.

To be continued…

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