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Siofra gripped the bars of her cage, her entire body shaking.
Rory was a powerful shifter. He’d kill Baatar.
She’d seen his monstrous jaguar. Rory already believed Baatar was a tiger shifter, but her brother couldn’t make the impossible happen.
A low growl rumbled behind her. She flipped around to find the over-muscled shifter smiling at her. His eyes glowed more animal than human and saliva dripped from his lips.
He lifted a ring with three keys to show her.
His leering smile got broader.
Siofra looked around. Tripoli and the other shifters were yelling for blood. Tripoli kept shouting, “Shift, you bastards!”
No help there.
But at least Rory was not shifting. He had too much honor to attack a man in human form with his jaguar.
Tripoli shouted, “Bring the Sumatran.”
No. That tiger would kill Rory and Baatar, unless Rory shifted. Even so, once the tiger ripped into Rory’s jaguar, the wounds would not heal.
Scarlett had been moving slowly to this side of the hole, which brought her closer to Siofra’s cage. Her guard appeared eager to close in on the action, and wasn’t paying attention.
The cage door key jingled behind Siofra.
From the left where Tripoli had been showing off more exotics, two shifters led a man with cocoa-bean dark skin and eyes that would be beautiful if not for the insanity shimmering in them. His face began distorting as he was led down the ramp. He let out a roar, letting everyone know what was about to be unleashed in the below-ground arena.
Scarlett’s gaze slashed to Siofra’s and widened.
Siofra shook her head. Her new friend could not do anything.
The door to Siofra’s cage creaked as it opened.
