shoreline and stopped short.
A camouflaged man that appeared to have vegetation growing out of his clothes backed out of the
bushes with a snake gripped in a brawny fist. The tail of the animal was curled up a burly arm. The
reek of ammonia with the underlying scent of a mammal floated to him. Some sort of urine. He
narrowed his eyes and studied the scene.
The hunter swung around and met Jamison’s gaze. His eyes widened in panic. He gripped the snake
with his other hand when the animal darted its head. Jamison shifted. The guy stumbled back his
fingers wrapped around Loubel’s throat. A strangled cry fell from his lips as Jamison slithered up his
leg looking for a way to coil around his body. Anger burned in his belly as he slipped under his
assailants back and started to twist around the man.
Loubel darted his head. He sunk his fangs into the guy’s forearms and was immediately released.
He changed forms and rose to stand above the now prone figure of the hunter tightly bound by
Jamison. Loubel sat down and pursed his lips.
The muscles rippled along Jamison’s frame as he slowly constricted. A snap and crunch brought
tears to the man’s eyes as he tried to wiggle free of the hold. His clothes rustled and chafed at
Jamison’s skin. He squeezed tighter and hunter wheezed as he gasped for breath.
“Uh, Jamison, as much as I would enjoy watching you kill this guy, I already promised someone
that honor and I need a little information, so could you let up, eh?” Loubel crossed his feet at the
ankles and leaned back.
Jamison raised his head and stared at Loubel.
The viper cocked a brow. “No? But then we will never know who sent him.”
Jamison weaved back and forth. He dropped his head on the guy’s shoulder. Warmth spread over his
belly and the distinct odor of human urine wafted across his tongue. He loosened his hold.
Loubel waved his hand. “Damn, son, man up. Now, my friend here…” he glanced at Jamison, “…
and I use that term loosely, would like to know why the hell you been hunting him?”
The hunter pressed his lips in a tight line.
“Alrighty then. Look like you going to die anyway. You can go quick or the way ole Jamison plans,
slow and painful.” Loubel pulled his feet under him.
Jamison tensed and disconnected his jaw to widen his mouth.
“Wait!” The gunmen whined. Deep cervices bracketed his mouth. He peered at them from blood
shot eyes. “Release me and I’ll tell you whatever you want to know.”
“Or we could kill you and just figure it all out ourselves.” Loubel rose.
“Hold on. I’ll tell you the name of my target.”
“Truly, you a bad gambler.” Loubel turned and started walking.
Jamison tautened and several more pops rent the air combined with the hunter’s screams. He didn’t
care who the target was but he was curious about who hired a human to assassinate a shifter. Loubel
was probably interested too. He moved in front of the man’s face and hissed.
“I’ll tell you who contracted the hit!” The guy’s scream came out closer to whimper.
Loubel stopped but didn’t turn around. “We’re listening.”
“A woman by the name of Cheryl Conda wire-transferred twenty-five thousand dollars into m-my
account and emailed me a picture, along with all of the pertinent information about my target.”
“And that is?” Loubel asked coldly.
“Marree Cottons.”
Shock surged through Jamison. In his anger, he took out his frustrations on the hunter, squeezing
until the guys eyes bulged. A shot rang through the air, and a small spot of red appeared in the center
of the man’s head. Blood splattered Jamison’s upper body. He shifted to his human form. “What the
fuck, Loubel!”
“The asshole was already dead from the moment I bit him. Boy you got bigger fish to fry. Thank the
Goddess your maman either lacks the sense or the connections to hire a decent killer. My boat is
across the levee. Get Marree and meet me there. Percel and
A camouflaged man that appeared to have vegetation growing out of his clothes backed out of the
bushes with a snake gripped in a brawny fist. The tail of the animal was curled up a burly arm. The
reek of ammonia with the underlying scent of a mammal floated to him. Some sort of urine. He
narrowed his eyes and studied the scene.
The hunter swung around and met Jamison’s gaze. His eyes widened in panic. He gripped the snake
with his other hand when the animal darted its head. Jamison shifted. The guy stumbled back his
fingers wrapped around Loubel’s throat. A strangled cry fell from his lips as Jamison slithered up his
leg looking for a way to coil around his body. Anger burned in his belly as he slipped under his
assailants back and started to twist around the man.
Loubel darted his head. He sunk his fangs into the guy’s forearms and was immediately released.
He changed forms and rose to stand above the now prone figure of the hunter tightly bound by
Jamison. Loubel sat down and pursed his lips.
The muscles rippled along Jamison’s frame as he slowly constricted. A snap and crunch brought
tears to the man’s eyes as he tried to wiggle free of the hold. His clothes rustled and chafed at
Jamison’s skin. He squeezed tighter and hunter wheezed as he gasped for breath.
“Uh, Jamison, as much as I would enjoy watching you kill this guy, I already promised someone
that honor and I need a little information, so could you let up, eh?” Loubel crossed his feet at the
ankles and leaned back.
Jamison raised his head and stared at Loubel.
The viper cocked a brow. “No? But then we will never know who sent him.”
Jamison weaved back and forth. He dropped his head on the guy’s shoulder. Warmth spread over his
belly and the distinct odor of human urine wafted across his tongue. He loosened his hold.
Loubel waved his hand. “Damn, son, man up. Now, my friend here…” he glanced at Jamison, “…
and I use that term loosely, would like to know why the hell you been hunting him?”
The hunter pressed his lips in a tight line.
“Alrighty then. Look like you going to die anyway. You can go quick or the way ole Jamison plans,
slow and painful.” Loubel pulled his feet under him.
Jamison tensed and disconnected his jaw to widen his mouth.
“Wait!” The gunmen whined. Deep cervices bracketed his mouth. He peered at them from blood
shot eyes. “Release me and I’ll tell you whatever you want to know.”
“Or we could kill you and just figure it all out ourselves.” Loubel rose.
“Hold on. I’ll tell you the name of my target.”
“Truly, you a bad gambler.” Loubel turned and started walking.
Jamison tautened and several more pops rent the air combined with the hunter’s screams. He didn’t
care who the target was but he was curious about who hired a human to assassinate a shifter. Loubel
was probably interested too. He moved in front of the man’s face and hissed.
“I’ll tell you who contracted the hit!” The guy’s scream came out closer to whimper.
Loubel stopped but didn’t turn around. “We’re listening.”
“A woman by the name of Cheryl Conda wire-transferred twenty-five thousand dollars into m-my
account and emailed me a picture, along with all of the pertinent information about my target.”
“And that is?” Loubel asked coldly.
“Marree Cottons.”
Shock surged through Jamison. In his anger, he took out his frustrations on the hunter, squeezing
until the guys eyes bulged. A shot rang through the air, and a small spot of red appeared in the center
of the man’s head. Blood splattered Jamison’s upper body. He shifted to his human form. “What the
fuck, Loubel!”
“The asshole was already dead from the moment I bit him. Boy you got bigger fish to fry. Thank the
Goddess your maman either lacks the sense or the connections to hire a decent killer. My boat is
across the levee. Get Marree and meet me there. Percel and
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