“But my nephew will be heartbroken if you don’t come.”

She gave him her annoyed look. “We’ll talk about it later.” She spun on her high heels and marched to the door, her sexy ass moving provocatively.

Liam took money from his pocket and dropped it on the table, thinking he could watch Kim’s fine backside all day and never get tired of it. And after the day was done, he could lie next to her and her fine backside all night. He’d not get tired of that, either.

Kim decided she’d never have let Liam win the argument of her returning with him to Shiftertown that evening if she hadn’t spied the shaved-headed Shifter from San Antonio sitting at a bus stop outside her house. He wore a turtleneck to cover his Collar—in this heat, what an idiot—but she recognized him and knew he wasn’t waiting for any bus.

The thought of Liam leaving her alone in the house while Fergus’s Thug Number One lurked outside made her cold with worry. Ironic, Kim thought as she drove through the city, heading back toward Shiftertown, that she felt safer in a house full of Shifters with a crazed woman next door than in her own neighborhood. Everything about her life since she’d met Liam was upside down.

Shiftertown was as lively as ever as she followed Liam on his bike through it. Kids were being called in from playing to have dinner. Kim smelled barbeques firing up and burgers on the grill. Men and women alike looked up as Kim’s Mustang rolled past. Liam, ahead of her, sexy on his Harley, lifted his hand in greeting time and again.

Liam’s yard was quiet, no barbeque going here. Kim wondered whose turn it was to cook and hoped the men inside hadn’t decided it was hers. But something seemed wrong; the door was shut too tightly, the windows too dark.

Liam sensed it too, stepping silently in front of her as they went up the porch steps. He opened the door to reveal Dylan and Sean in the living room, facing each other in livid anger, their eyes feral white. Connor huddled in the kitchen, as far away from the other two as he could get and still be downstairs.

Liam’s voice was very quiet as he asked, “What’s the trouble, Sean?”

Sean swung from Dylan, his body so tight with rage Kim wondered that he didn’t flow into his wildcat form. Claws extended from his fingers as he grabbed a paper from the table and shoved it in Liam’s face.

“That’s the trouble.”

It was a printed e-mail. Kim rose on tiptoe to read it with Liam.

After the mate-bonding at the full moon, it has been decided by clan council that Dylan Morrissey shall step down as leader of the East Austin Shiftertown and another Feline of the council’s choosing be put into his place. Authorized by Fergus Leary, leader of the South Texas Feline clan.

Chapter Sixteen

Kim had never seen Liam less than completely self-assured, never at a loss for words. Not her Irish Shifter with his gift of blarney.

Now Liam stared at the paper while his face flooded with color and his eyes changed to white-blue.

“I told Dad”—Sean’s voice was strained—“that he needs to confront Fergus and get it over with. Dad refused.”

Kim folded chilled fingers into her palms, deciding for once to keep silent. She remembered Liam telling her that he didn’t know why Dylan never fought Fergus for dominance, but that he thought it was so the Shifters could live in peace.

“Son of a bitch,” Liam said. “Dad, why?”

Dylan’s voice was tight, his hands clenched. His fingers had changed to claws, and blood smeared his fists. “Leave it alone, Liam.”

“I can’t. Fergus wants you to step down? To put one of his lackeys in your place? Our lives won’t be worth shite if that happens. He’s undercutting your position in your own pride, not to mention the clan.”

“I said, leave it alone!”

Liam didn’t flinch. “Dad, this is a blatant smack in the face, an invitation to challenge him.”

Dylan’s eyes were red with rage, but Kim saw anguish behind the animal fury. “Don’t you think I know that? But I won’t. Not now.”

“Why the hell not?”

“I have my f**king reasons!” Dylan roared.

If he’d directed that anger at Kim, she knew she’d run like hell. Liam stood his ground, his own hands showing claws. “If you think you’re giving in for the good of Shiftertown, you’re crazy. This will be his first step to drive us out of here. He’ll make sure we end up in a Shiftertown far from here, where we’re clanless and at the bottom of the pile. Kim will have to abandon Brian, and Brian will go down for the murder.”

Kim noted Liam’s big assumption—that if the Morrisseys had to go, she’d go with them—but she decided this was not the time to bring it up.

Dylan’s eyes were bleak. “I know.”

Liam’s claws shredded the paper, which fell to the floor. “I can’t go after Fergus myself. You know that.”

“Yes,” Dylan said quietly. “I do.”

“Then why…”

His words trailed off as the back door banged open and hot wind flooded past them. Glory charged in, dressed in hot pink with silver sandals, her finger-and toenails painted in matching pink. “Dylan, what the hell is going on?”

Dylan gave her a weary look. “Glory. Not now.”

“Fergus wants Grandda’ to step down from leading Shiftertown,” Connor babbled from the kitchen.

Glory’s mouth opened in shock. “What? We won’t stand for that. The ass**le.”