“Nicky, we’re on a job.”

Nicky closed his eyes, fists at his side. He hugged himself tight. “Your eyes have changed, Jacob. Your fucking eyes shifted.”

The words made me look at the other man’s face and see him blinking pale yellow eyes. His own eyes had been a pale enough gray that it hadn’t been as obvious as Nicky’s eyes going from blue to amber. They both almost shifted. Lycanthropes as powerful as they were didn’t lose control in a public parking lot; they just didn’t.

Jacob turned those lion eyes toward me, his human face holding them like they belonged, or maybe I’d just spent too much time looking at Micah’s leopard eyes to think it was weird. “You’re in heat.”

I shook my head. “I don’t know what you mean by that.”

“Yeah, you do,” he said, voice getting quieter, more controlled. He bent to pick up the guns and said, “Take off the arm sheaths so we can put the blades in them. If you do what the client wants, you get it all back at the end of the night.”

I honestly didn’t know what it meant for a werelion to be in heat, but I didn’t debate with him, just started unbuckling the wrist sheaths. “Call your sniper off. It’s not my fault that we’ve been delayed.”

He nodded, shoving one of the guns into his waistband and handing the other to Nicky, who took it and tucked it out of sight under the baggy tank top. Jacob got his cell phone out and called. “Stand down for now. She’s cooperating.” Silence. “Yes, keep on him, but just observe.” He looked at me; his eyes had gone back to human gray. “I know you don’t have complete control when you’re in heat, but if you do that again in an enclosed space like a car, we won’t make our deadlines. That means that the next call that I need to make to the snipers on your men might not get made in time. Do you understand that?”

“You’re saying that you both might forget your job and we’d just fuck our way through the deadlines while my boyfriends died.”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying, so it’s in everyone’s best interest if you keep a lid on it.”

“I will do my best,” I said, and meant it. I handed him one of the knife sheaths. We were both careful not to touch bare skin to bare skin as he took it from me.

“Look at me,” Nicky said.

“Don’t push at this,” Jacob said.

“Lions are weird about weaknesses; I just want her to see. Maybe if her beast knows, she won’t want me anymore and the power won’t turn into a fight between us.”

Jacob nodded. “Good idea.”

“What’s a good idea?” I asked.

Nicky lifted that long fall of blond bangs away from the right side of his face. His right eye was missing. Burn scars traced over the empty socket, caressed the edge of his cheek, and covered where his right eyebrow should have been. I looked because he seemed to want me to. I didn’t look away because I was sharing my bed with a vampire that made Nicky’s scar look like child’s play, though the whole eye destroyed was worse. Asher had all the parts he was supposed to have; just some of them were nestled in burn scars.

Nicky blinked the one big blue eye at me, then let the hair fall back into place, and just like that it was hidden. “Most women, especially women, look disgusted or scared. You don’t look either.”

I shrugged. “If you know everyone in my bed then you know scars aren’t a deal breaker for me.”

“You mean the vampire with the holy water scars,” he said.

I nodded.

He seemed to think about that for a few seconds, then nodded. “Guess you’ve seen worse.”

“It’s not about worse, Nicky; it’s about the fact that the scar is just another part of you. Not bad, not good, just you.” I held my left arm out so the flat of the arm showed. I pointed to the mound of scar tissue at the bend. “Vampire.” I touched the claw marks next. “Shapeshifted witch.” I traced the knife wound that made the cross-shaped burn scar a little crooked now. “Knife and burn were both human servants of different master vampires.” I touched the flat, slick scar on the upper part of the arm. “Bad guy’s girlfriend shot me.” If I hadn’t been afraid I’d flash the knife sheath under my tank top, I’d have showed him my collarbone scar. “I’ve got a few others, but we’d have to be better friends for me to show you those.”

He studied my face. “Most werelion females don’t want a one-eyed mate.”

“It’s an old scar,” I said. “I’m assuming you’ve compensated by now.”

He nodded. “But I’ve got a blind side in both forms; it’s a problem in a fight.”

“I fight my own battles most of the time.”

He grinned. “Which is why you don’t have a mate yet, and why your lioness is in heat. If you’d picked a mate, it wouldn’t have happened.”

I would talk to our local lions about leaving that part out, but in their defense I wouldn’t have believed them. I’d have just thought it was Haven trying to get back in my pants after the fight we had. No, I couldn’t blame this on them.

“It’s not just heat,” Jacob said, “it’s fucking powerful heat. No female has ever made me lose it like that.”

“So neither of you has mates, either,” I said.

“She’s right, it’s not just her being picky that made this happen.”

“It’s said a man of a certain age and property is in want of a wife,” I said.

“Did you just quote Pride and Prejudice?” Jacob asked.

“I guess I did, embarrassing, sorry.”

“I wouldn’t have known what book, or who you quoted,” Nicky said, not like he was happy with it.

“But I get what you mean with the quote,” Jacob said; “my hair is starting to gray and I’ve never taken a real mate. I’ve never committed to a territory and my pride is all males, except for one, and she’s not into guys, so it’s not a problem.”

“We travel too much for women and kids,” Nicky said.

Jacob nodded. “That’s what I keep telling myself. Now get in the car, Anita. We’ve still got a job to do. Remember what I said about controlling your side of the problem. Nothing we could do would be worth the lives of your lovers.”

“Agreed,” I said.

He handed me my jacket. I slipped it back over the empty shoulder rig, but still had the big knife down my spine. He held the passenger door for me, and I didn’t protest the gallantry, though under the circumstances it seemed weirder than normal. Nicky got in behind me and leaned against the back of my seat. “I wish you weren’t the job, Anita.”

“Me, too,” I said, and meant it, though probably not for the same reason he did.

Jacob got in behind the wheel and said, “Buckle up; it’ll slow you down by a few seconds if you decide to do something stupid.”

I buckled up. “So we go on with your plan?”

“Yes,” he said, “nothing’s changed.”

“So you’ll still kill the people I love if I don’t raise the dead for your client?”

“Yes,” he said.

“Yes,” Nicky said from behind me.

“Then we’re clear,” I said.

Jacob started the engine. “Yeah, we’re clear. You’ll kill us if you can, and if you’re sure it won’t get your people killed. We’ll kill you if you force us to.”

“Great,” I said, “we all know the rules then.”

“Why aren’t you afraid?” Nicky whispered from behind me.

“Being afraid won’t help.”

“People are brave, but you can always smell the fear, taste their heart speed up. But you aren’t. You really aren’t any of that.”

“If I get afraid, or pissed, then my pulse rises, and my heart races, and my blood pressure goes up and it’s harder to control the beasts. Jacob was clear; I can’t afford to lose control in the car with you guys.”

“So because you have to be in control, you will be, just like that,” he said.

“Just like that,” I said, and watched where Jacob drove so if I lived through the night I could take the police back to their client and arrest his, or her, ass.

“If I’d known what you were we might not have taken the job,” Jacob said.

“Nice thought, but it doesn’t really help us out, does it?”