The Old One was agitated, and it didn't do to have an extremely large dragon upset in a large city-or anywhere, for that matter. Dax paced up and down the terrace overlooking the lights of the city. The De La Cruz family owned an enormous estate on the outskirts of Rio de Janeiro. Apparently, they owned homes in nearly every major city throughout South America. They seemed to have adapted well to living among the human species.

Just as Dax had evolved there in the volcano, the De La Cruz family had evolved as well-yet he wasn't comfortable with their modern transformation. He didn't believe it. They were hunters, every one of them, wolves in sheep's clothing. For all their modern look, and the charm the De La Cruz brothers exuded, he knew what they were deep down under all that sophistication-predators, every one of them.

"What's wrong?"

Riley's soft voice brought him up short. He turned to look at her. She sat in one of the deep chairs, chin on her drawn-up knees, watching him with her dark, cool eyes. There was genuine concern in her voice-in those liquid eyes. He'd never had anyone concerned over him before other than Arabejila, and certainly not like this, not that he could remember, not that he could feel. It was a strange-and wonderful-feeling.

"I'm concerned about being here in this dwelling."

"House," she corrected as promised. "Why?"

He paced the long length of the terrace restlessly. Riley was his lifemate and she'd asked a question requiring an answer. He sighed and came to a halt in front of her. "I should have executed Mitro centuries ago, long before he went on his crime spree. I knew the darkness grew in him. I was born with a curse, although Arabejila's father told me it was a gift of tremendous value. I knew better. Even as a young boy I saw the mark on many of my friends. As we grew, I became uneasy around them and they were much more uneasy around me. No one wants to be marked as damned."

"Did you do that?"

He shrugged. "I tried not to, but I saw that shadow in them very early and I couldn't help but watch them. I made everyone uneasy. At first the elders didn't believe me, but when my predictions came true, they started paying attention. The moment that happened ..." He trailed off, turning his back on her to grip the railing with both hands, staring out into the night.

Riley bit her lip. That little boy had to be somewhat of an outcast. The other boys and men in his village would have shunned him, kept their distance just in case he discovered that shadow in them and called them a potential vampire. She could feel the stark loneliness in him. As a man-a hunter-he didn't seem to be aware of it. He didn't recognize his own emotions let alone acknowledge them; he'd been too long without.

"The thing is, just because I saw the shadow didn't mean they chose to give up their soul. Some found lifemates eventually and lived honorable lives."

Riley held herself very still, refusing to give in to the urge to comfort him. Dax had no idea he needed comfort and he would shut down. She reached tentatively for their mind connection, not wanting him to pull away from her. Empathically she felt his childhood pain, but she wanted to "see" his memories through his eyes. The moment she reached for him, she felt not only Dax, but the Old One. The dragon was just as concerned for the Carpathian hunter as she was.

She focused on the rail Dax gripped as he looked out over the city. She couldn't imagine what it must be like for him seeing the modern world, but he handled everything calmly, stoically, which gave her insight to his personality. The pressure from his fingers denting the wood told her much more about him.

"I saw the darkness in Mitro from the very beginning. He was from a powerful family and took great advantage, always a bully," Dax continued.

His voice was very soft, but she almost felt each word, brushing at the inside of her mind with a paintbrush of pure shame and sorrow. He didn't hear it-or know-but she felt that raw emotion tearing through his soul. The Old One felt it just as deeply as she did, because unlike Dax, they were both in tune with their emotions.

He had spoken to her about Mitro several times, just small snippets, but she'd seen the vampire's depravity and his need for cruelty even as a young boy. Sometimes monsters were born, not made, and she feared Mitro was the former.

"I tried to tell the elders. I even went to the prince, but I was young and they discounted what I said. As I was proved right more and more and the others avoided me, I learned hard lessons about accusing someone before knowing for certain if they actually would make the choice to turn. Instead of telling others when I saw that darkness in some of our males, I studied each of those with the shadow in them, their ways and habits. I followed them and often, when they made that forbidden choice, destroyed them."

Riley closed her eyes briefly. The sight of his hands gripping the rail until his knuckles were white saddened her.

"I had to let them kill someone while turning. It was the only way to assure I wasn't committing murder." He turned to look at her, sorrow weighing him down. "Do you know how many people I could have saved if I'd just destroyed them before they could make a kill?"

She fought the urge to rise and go to him, to put her arms around him to comfort him. He needed to tell someone. The weight on his shoulders-and he'd carried it for centuries-needed to be shared.

"You're right, though, Dax, it would have been murder," she advised gently.

He was silent for so long she nearly prodded him, but the dragon held her silent, stirring just enough to make her aware he was waiting, too-and he had the patience she needed. Dax wasn't used to sharing, certainly not whatever fear he held so deep that even he couldn't really recognize it.

Dax let out his breath slowly and nodded, but he didn't seem too sure.

She clamped her mouth closed, pressing her lips together tightly. She wrapped her arms tighter around her knees as a surrogate for him. She needed to hold him, to comfort him in the way he offered her comfort and support.

"Mitro seemed ... much more foul ... than any other. There's a nobility to most Carpathians and I respected them, but not Mitro. I watched him closely, and he enjoyed the pain of others, animals, humans and Carpathians. He was cunning and vain and unfortunately, quite intelligent. He found a lifemate in Arabejila. She was the other half of his soul-light to his darkness. The courtship began and I ..."

Dax shook his head and turned his back completely to the rail, leaning against it to look directly into her eyes. "I looked away. I thought him safe. No Carpathian male with a lifemate would turn vampire, so as uneasy as I was, I quit watching him."

Riley allowed her lashes to sweep down, veiling her eyes for a moment so he wouldn't see her sympathy. Dax was not a man to recognize shame or guilt, yet he felt it just as much as she did.

"Arabejila's father was my best friend. We hunted together. When others shunned me because of my strange talent, he didn't. He told me my gift was useful, that I could keep our people safer than any other. We shared blood when we were injured. He knew his lifemate far before he ever would have lost emotion and color so he had nothing to fear from me, I know that, but still, he felt genuine affection for me as did his lifemate and Arabejila. They became my real ties to my people."

She could see flashes of images-his memories of a laughing woman who looked very much like her. A man and a woman, holding hands, turned toward one another, a look of utter love on their faces. Their expressions took her breath away, so much love. Sometimes, when Dax looked at her, there was that intensity in his eyes, that amazing look of love focused on her, and she felt the luckiest woman in the world.

She forced herself to look at the next images, the ones in such stark contrast. The man, Dax's best friend, dead on the ground, his hand inches from his lifemate's, blood pooling around him, his throat and heart torn out. His lifemate dead, and Arabejila, her throat torn and bleeding, desperately trying to free her baby sister from her mother's body.

It was a scene straight out of a horror film, and Dax had stumbled onto it-worse, felt responsible for it.

Riley could hardly bear the thought of those deaths and how Dax felt, even suppressed as his emotions had been. She couldn't imagine knowing that happy family, being a part of it and coming upon them, discovering them dead and dying ...

"When I could have prevented it."

Her gaze jumped to his. He had known all along she was in his mind. "How?" she asked quietly. "How could you have prevented it?"

"I could have executed him."

She shook her head. "That would have been murder. He hadn't done anything yet, had he? You were genuinely shocked. I could feel your horror. You could barely believe what you were seeing. Until someone commits a crime, there isn't much anyone can do-not even you."

Riley gripped the arms of her chair to prevent leaping up to hold him. "Dax, you know you couldn't touch him without proof. You didn't know for sure. You aren't God. You aren't a judge."

"That's exactly what I am. The Judge. And I failed my friend and his family." He shoved his hand through the short spikes of pitch-black hair. "Arabejila was Mitro's lifemate. He killed her mother and father in front of her and bragged that he would be the most powerful vampire ever to live by killing his lifemate as he made the choice to give up his soul. When he couldn't finish her off-that lifemate bond was too strong for even him-in his rage, as vampire, he claimed her, binding her soul to his lost one so that she would suffer every moment she lived."

Riley found herself blinking back tears. She was Dax's lifemate, and to her, the binding ritual had been beautiful and sacred. "What Mitro did is a sacrilege, no less."

"I still see them like that," he confessed in a low voice. "Torn apart. Katalina's stomach ripped open. Arabejila trying to free her sister." He closed his eyes for a moment. "I took the knife from her and finished the job. I hacked up my friend's beautiful, wonderful lifemate."

"To save a child, Dax. You saved a child. She would have wanted you to save her baby. She would have begged you had she lived."

He pressed his fingers to his eyes hard. "To see that infant torn from its mother the other night, there in the rain forest, I actually felt ..." He shook his head.

Sick. The word shimmered in her mind.

Riley surrounded him with warmth, the only thing she could think to do. There were no real words to comfort him. There couldn't be.

He shook his head. "Carpathians don't feel sick. Not when they're on the hunt. Mitro knows the one thing that ..." He broke off again and straightened his shoulders. "What he did to Arabejila was the absolute, ultimate betrayal of his lifemate. In our world, there can be no greater sin than trying to murder one's lifemate and condemning her to a half-life of sheer suffering and deliberately killing our children."

Dax paced restlessly again, as if the smoldering rage buried so deep was climbing too close to the surface for him to contain.

"The lifemate bond doesn't allow one to survive long without the other," Dax continued. "Mitro chose to give up his soul, so he wasn't affected-although he couldn't bring himself to kill Arabejila. She traveled with me, devoting herself to tracking him and helping me send him to the next life, but she suffered greatly through the long years."

"And you felt her sorrow."

"Males lose their ability to see color or feel emotion after a couple of hundred years, or sooner if they make kills continually. I used to go to Arabejila's home often when I returned from hunting because just being close to Katalina, her mother-and eventually Arabejila-allowed me to remember feelings easier. I didn't see colors, but I knew what affection was. They made my life much more bearable until Arabejila lost her lifemate. I wanted to be numb, not to feel her great sorrow, or how she had to fight to stay alive. In a way I felt I should be punished by her emotions, although she tried to hide them from me."

Riley brushed his mind with hers, the lightest of caresses, needing to surround him with her love. She knew he could barely stay there on the balcony, with the night sky trying to soothe him. It was a night for recriminations. Ever since he'd seen the infant and the torn body of the child's mother, Dax had been restless and more than uneasy. She just didn't know how to help him.

"We're safe here, aren't we? Inside this house? Mitro can't know we're here, can he?" she asked. "I can sense that you're unhappy here. We need a place to stay, and Riordan De La Cruz has given us this beautiful house. You have a resting place ..."

"Which I would never use, and he is well aware of that," Dax said, his face darkening.

"Why? He's Carpathian. He has a lifemate. Gary and Jubal both know him. His sister-in-law, Jasmine, is here."

"The Old One is uneasy," Dax said. "I can't seem to settle him down. He's leery of Riordan. And Carpathian hunters do not ever allow others to know their resting places."

The dragon soul moved against hers. The dragon was sleepy, yawning, waiting for Dax to discover it was the hunter worried, not the dragon. The dragon would flame an enemy immediately and take care of any problem. There wouldn't be the incessant talking.

As if the dragon had given him a little push, Dax continued, "When I go to ground, I will not have the luxury of being close to you, not unless I use what has been made available to me. I can't keep you safe."

Riley frowned, trying to understand. "Riordan appears to be very hospitable. He's clearly devoted to his lifemate and his sister-in-law. What worries you-um-I mean the Old One?"

"I knew the oldest brother long before they came to this place. Then, they did not call themselves by these names. The eldest was not only shadowed, but held great darkness in him, even as a boy. If Mitro could still make the choice to give up his soul, it stands to reason that any Carpathian male could commit such an atrocity."

There it was. No one was safe. Riley frowned, trying to put pieces of information she found in his mind with data she'd learned from a few conversations.

"Dax, can you please explain the lifemate bond to me one more time so I can better grasp the real concept? Gary tried to, but I don't really fully understand." She was missing something here, or Dax was. And given his state of mind, his explosive response to danger, she needed to be very knowledgeable about his world now. She'd been going on instinct, but the information was extremely important.

Dax crossed to her and sank into a chair beside her. Instantly his fresh scent enveloped her. He smelled of the outdoors. Of danger. Of heat and fire. Her entire body reacted to his close proximity, an electrical current surging through her bloodstream. Her lungs burned, and deep inside she ached. He reached out and took her hand, the movement so gentle, his touch barely there, but every sense heightened until she could feel every breath he took.

His skin was warm, almost hot, as his fingers tangled with hers. His thumb stroked caresses over the back of her hand. He was silent a moment, idly playing with her fingers, sliding his in between hers in slow, almost brushstrokes. She could barely breathe, barely think.

She found it strange that even here, back in a city teeming with life, with people, she was all too aware of her hunger and need for Dax. His love for her was so strong in that moment it was almost tangible, wrapping her up in strong warm arms when he was barely touching her. Her love for him brought her to tears when she was alone. Every beat of his heart was heard by hers. Every breath he drew, she drew, too. More than anything, right now she wanted-no, needed-to find a way to comfort him.

"A male Carpathian loses all emotion and the ability to see in color after the first two hundred years. Sometimes sooner. The more one hunts and kills, the faster the process. In my case, it was very fast. We are taught that there is one soul between a man and his lifemate. He holds the darkness, and she is his light. There is only one and she must be found."

Dax brought her hand to his mouth, kissing her knuckles. "I found you."

"Because you bound me to you, our becoming lifemates would prevent you from turning," she reiterated.

"So I thought it would. Now"-he shook his head-"I don't know. Mitro knew Arabejila was his lifemate and still, he turned."

That was one fact she couldn't dispute. "But," she felt compelled to point out, "Mitro bound Arabejila to his lost soul after he became vampire. They were lifemates, but he never truly claimed her until he'd deliberately chosen to give up his soul. He was already the undead. He couldn't bring himself to kill her, that bond at least transcended his need to kill, but he wanted her to suffer. Perhaps she could have saved him if he'd claimed her before he turned."

Dax leaned forward for a moment, and still holding her hand, he covered his face briefly. "I don't think there was any hope of that. He was so black, Riley. So dark."

"Did you see darkness in Riordan?" she asked. Very gently she put her hand in his hair, all those soft, thick spiked strands she loved to stroke caresses in. "He seems so devoted to his palafertiilam." His word for lifemate rolled off her tongue. She was beginning to like the sound and fuller meaning of the Carpathian description even better than the translation of "wife." Somehow it seemed so much more.

Dax shook his head. "Still, we're in his home. He shares these places with all of his brothers. I'm hunting Mitro, an extremely powerful vampire. He's evolved into something I don't understand, and that makes him even more dangerous. If I have to divide my attention between Mitro and one of these hunters we could be in trouble."

The way he was touching her was making it difficult to think straight. His voice was hypnotic, a blend of smoke and velvet. She leaned her head against his shoulder. "You have a way of making me forget about danger, Dax. Do you really think Riordan is an enemy to us?"

"That's good. I don't want you to worry."

You worry enough for all of us, the Old One contributed. If you'd like I can burn down the house and kill them all.

"Don't you dare," Riley said.

"He wouldn't," Dax assured her. "He's teasing you. Riordan appears to be a good man, and very devoted to his lifemate, but that sliver of a shadow is in him. Nowhere like his eldest brother, but it's there. He's capable of great ..."

"Violence?" Riley smiled at him. "Like you? Do you have a shadow in you?"

"Once, before all this started, Mitro said I did. He told the elders the reason I could 'see' into other hunters was because I carried the curse of darkness myself."

The Old One snorted, the sound reverberating through both of their skulls.

"I don't think he's taking anything Mitro said very seriously," Riley confided in a whisper, as if that would keep the dragon from hearing.

"We have company," Dax said, his face totally expressionless, as if it had been carved in stone. Emotions could be shared with her, but no one else.

Movement caught her eye. Dax shifted subtly, putting his body slightly in front of hers, his arm sweeping across her to pin her in the deeper shadows. Jubal held the door of the terrace open for a small, very pregnant woman to precede him.

Jasmine Sangria sent them a tentative smile. "Are we intruding?"

"No, of course not," Riley said hastily. "This is your home, and you're very kind to share it with us."

Jasmine, Riley had learned upon their arrival, was Riordan De La Cruz's sister-in-law. Her sister, Juliette, was fully Carpathian, brought into the Carpathian world by her lifemate. Jasmine was not. She was jaguar, as Juliette had been before her conversion, and she'd been kidnapped and raped before her cousin and Juliette with Riordan had been able to rescue her. Juliette admitted to being overprotective of her.

Jubal pulled a chair from the patio dining set and gestured for her to sit. Jasmine made a face at him, but slipped into the chair. Jubal covered her with a quilt. It was quite beautiful, woven of special material. Jasmine bunched the material in her hands, obviously finding the quilt soothing.

She took a deep breath and sent them another shy smile. "I've never spent much time in a city and sometimes it feels as if I can't breathe here."

Juliette had informed them that Jasmine had spent her life in the rain forest.

Jubal pulled up a chair beside hers and sank into it, leaning a little toward her, looking almost protective. "That's understandable."

Dax threaded his fingers through Riley's hand and held it tight against his chest. "You're going to have that baby very soon."

Jasmine nodded. "I certainly hope so. I feel like I've been pregnant forever." She gave a little laugh, and for the first time, she sounded young instead of tense. "She kicks all the time."

Juliette, Jasmine's sister, came out onto the terrace carrying two glasses. She handed one to Jubal and one to her sister. "You need to stay hydrated, Jasmine."

Jasmine made a face at her when she continued to stand over her, frowning. "I'm all right, Juliette. At this point, if I go into labor, it's all good, right? I couldn't stand staying indoors another minute. Jubal came with me and Dax is out here so I am perfectly safe."

Something in Juliette's manner alerted Dax that Juliette didn't think Jasmine was safe in the least, but she merely shrugged, pulled out another chair and sat down. The terrace was filling up fast. Something was going on here, and that added to his uneasiness. Riordan had greeted them and left in haste. He obviously knew Gary and Jubal, but what Carpathian male would leave his lifemate and sister-in-law unprotected with an unknown hunter so close to his family? Times had certainly changed. And what emergency had drawn him from the residence?

Juliette smiled at Dax and Riley, but her smile didn't light her eyes. "Riordan will be home any minute. I'm so sorry he had to leave abruptly."

"Jubal, how long have you known Jasmine and Juliette?" Riley asked. He seemed so comfortable with the family, and they'd greeted both Gary and Jubal as old friends.

"We've made a few trips here," Jubal said, "and they've always put us up in one of their homes."

"We enjoy their company," Jasmine said. "Speaking of, where is Gary?"

"On the phone," Jubal answered with a little grin. "He and my sister Gabrielle talk endlessly and they're very excited about a flower Dax found for us up on the mountain."

"A flower?" Juliette leaned forward. "Gary and Gabrielle have been working hard to discover why we can't carry our children. I thought it was the microbes ..."

"In part," Jubal agreed, "but Gary says that doesn't explain everything. Both he and Gabby think there's a combination of things that have led up to the reason infants can't go to ground, mothers can't carry or breast-feed and only male children were being born."

Riley's heart jumped. She had known the Carpathian species was on the verge of extinction, Gary had given her a brief overview, but she hadn't considered what that would mean to her and Dax when they chose to have a baby. She wanted children. Lots of them. She had been an only child, just as her mother had been. She'd been lonely at times and envied her friends who had siblings.

We will have many children if that is your desire, Dax assured. He brought her hand to his mouth and nibbled on her fingers, sending little darts of fire racing through her bloodstream. You are very fertile. I am capable of having children. If there is a problem, as I understand, with the soil, I've been in a volcano, and the earth would let you know not to rest where there is anything that would harm you.

He had a way of speaking so matter-of-fact, with absolute calm, that she couldn't help but believe him, the tension instantly fading away.

"The worst is carrying to term and having the child for a few months only to lose it," Juliette said. "So many of our women had to suffer miscarriages, stillborns or losing their children in that first year." She shook her head. "I don't know if I could bear that."

Jasmine placed her hands protectively over her baby. "That would be so awful."

"It isn't going to happen to you," Jubal assured, putting his hand on her arm, a gentle, reassuring gesture.

Jasmine remained relaxed, even with Jubal's touch.

I saw her in his memories, Dax told Riley. She didn't even like to be around men after what happened to her, but both he and Gary made a point of building a friendship with her. Jubal has two sisters, and he hated that she was so alone all the time. He's really made an effort to spend time with her.

He's a good man, Riley said. I don't know what I would have done without the two of them, Gary and Jubal.

"I didn't have a chance to tell you how sorry I am about your mother," Juliette said. "A terrible loss. Gary and Jubal told us what happened."

Meaning they knew the truth. Riley's fingers curled in Dax's hand. She was glad he was there beside her giving her comfort. Without being surrounded by plants and the soil, Riley felt her mother's loss acutely. Dax slipped his arm around her, pulling her beneath his shoulder.

"Sometimes I feel like our world has been turned into a killing ground," Jasmine said. "I dread going back there with my baby, but I don't like the city."

"Why don't you recoup in the Carpathian Mountains?" Jubal suggested. "Solange is there right now with Dominic. We could take good care of you there. And your cousin would be thrilled to see the new baby."

Juliette stirred, scowling at Jubal, obviously not caring for the idea.

Jasmine's face lit up. "That's a good idea. I never thought about going somewhere altogether different, but I'd love to visit that area. It looks so beautiful, and it's remote enough that I think I could breathe there."

"Riordan won't be able to get away from here for a while," Juliette cautioned. "Months maybe. We'll take you as soon as we can though, if that's what you want."

Jasmine reached out her hand to her sister. "I'm quite capable of going by myself, Juliette. You can't spend your entire life worried about me. You've already spent far too many years doing just that. I'm all grown up."

"You're my family, Jasmine," Juliette said. "I like being close to you. It's important to me. If you think for one moment you're a burden, you're not and never have been. I'd hoped you and Luiz ..." Her voice trailed off.

Jubal scowled darkly, sitting up straight, all that languid cool dissipating. "Luiz? Who the hell is Luiz?"

Uh oh. I think Jubal has a thing for little Miss Jasmine, Riley confided, amusement spilling into Dax's mind. Mr. Calm, Cool and Collected has been hiding a secret, biding his time and getting ready to swoop in and get the girl when she isn't looking.

"Luiz is just a friend," Jasmine said. "He and Manolito are friends," she added in explanation to Jubal. "He was jaguar, like Juliette and me. He did his best to help us, and the other males had turned on him. He's Carpathian now."

"You could be Carpathian," Juliette insisted. "Anytime you want ..."

Jasmine was already shaking her head. "I just want to be me for a little while. So much has happened and I'd just like to have a little peace and enjoy my baby."

"Luiz would be so perfect," Juliette said. "Are you certain? He understands the jaguar in you and he knows our past. He'd be good to you."

"I don't love him," Jasmine returned gently. Firmly. "I'm sorry, Juliette. I know I must frustrate you, but when I settle down with a man, I want what you have. Real love. Real commitment."

"Then you need a Carpathian."

"Are you saying human males aren't capable of real love for their women? Because I'm going to tell you right now, that isn't so," Jubal demanded, an edge to his voice. "My father is totally devoted to my mother and he always has been."

"I have to admit," Riley chimed in, "my father was devoted to my mother as well. We knew several couples who had been together well over fifty years. That should count for something."

"I'm sorry," Juliette apologized immediately. "I know that sounded very wrong. I didn't mean it that way. It's just that the idea of me outliving Jasmine is upsetting to me." She ducked her head, looking down at her hands. "We both have lost so much. There's only Solange and Jasmine on my side of the family."

Jasmine held out her hand to her sister. "It's always been the three of us. Now we'll be four. I haven't ruled out converting yet, but I want to know if my baby is capable of converting before I even consider it."

Jubal sank back in his chair, looking for all the world as if he hadn't a care. Jasmine glanced at him and then down at her hands.

There's trouble right there, Dax predicted. He doesn't like the idea of her converting.

Both of his sisters have, Riley pointed out. Couldn't he? He must have the same ability. Can't a male be converted?

I would assume so. Obviously this Luiz was. I caught impressions of him as a jaguar. Dax turned his head just as Juliette did. Riley felt him frown. Riordan is back and he is very unhappy. He's asking Gary to get Jasmine inside.

Riley glanced at Juliette. She blinked back tears and kept her face carefully averted from her sister. Definitely something was wrong.

Gary emerged from the house. "Jasmine," he called, waving at the others. "I've been without a worthy chess opponent for a long time. Come put me out of my misery."

"Hey!" Jubal objected.

Jasmine smirked at Jubal. "You haven't been holding up your end of the chess matches?"

"Watch yourself, woman," Jubal cautioned. "Don't be throwing out challenges you aren't going to be able to win."

"Any time, any place," Jasmine offered. She laughed and held out her hand to him. "Stop being lazy and help me up. I'm a beached whale."

"You're beautiful and you know it. Stop fishing for compliments," Jubal said, lazily coming to his feet. He drew her up, not moving back so that when she stood, her body was up against his. He rested his palm on her swollen belly. "You're not even very big."

"I'm big." She didn't move, just looked up at him, nor did she remove his hand.

Jubal smiled and stepped back, giving her the space to go around him. "Go practice. You'll need it."

"You're going to eat those words," Jasmine warned.

"Any time, any place." Jubal threw her words back at her.

Her laughter floated back to them. The strain and tension were gone from her, and she sounded young and happy again.

"Thank you," Juliette said to Jubal. "I haven't heard her sound like that since ... the last time you were here."

Riordan appeared on the terrace and Juliette went to him immediately. He put his arms around her, holding her close to him.

"I take it there wasn't good news," Jubal said.

Riordan shook his head. "No. I think Jasmine is right. Someone has been following her, and they're after the baby."

Jubal swore. "Damn it. Jaguars?"

"Probably. They would be the most likely suspects."

"Maybe not," Dax said. "We didn't have time to tell you. Your pilot asked us to check on Juliette's friend."

Juliette turned her head to look at Dax, but Riley could see by her face, she already knew what he was going to tell them.

"I'm sorry, Juliette," Dax said formally. "She was dead. Murdered."

"Her baby?"

Riley tightened her fingers around Dax's.

Dax shook his head, his tone as stoic as ever, his face carved from stone. Only she felt that blast of emotion, the volcano going off deep inside him. "Mitro killed the child as well as the mother. I need to know everything going on here. Everything."