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ones as she backed away toward the dancing mob. “This is a nightclub after all,” she shouted. Marianna strutted into the writhing crowd, hoping that neither Pete nor Hayden was aware of how rattled she was.
    She threw her hands up and swayed to the beat amid the sea of bodies, but kept her sights fixed on Pete. A handsome, young human male sidled up behind her and began to bump and grind to the pulsating tune. Marianna danced with him as though she didn’t have a care in the world, a facade she prayed that both Hayden and Pete would buy.
    Pete glowered from his spot by the table as she dirty-danced with the stranger. Then he said something to Hayden, and he stalked out. Marianna watched him go and wondered if he even knew what he’d done. She’d heard his deep, gravelly voice in her mind, and he’d touched her in a way that only one person on the planet could… her mate.

Chapter 2
    Pete stuffed his hands into his suit pants pockets, wondering exactly why he gave a shit. He was only doing his job, and no job should be this goddamn irritating. His blood pressure rose by the second, and tension settled in his neck as one person after another stumbled out of the nightclub, all but the one he was looking for.
    He was still fuming at the way she had dismissed him in the club earlier.
    Pete swore under his breath and leaned against the black Mercedes as he continued to keep a lookout for his uncooperative charge.
    “Any sign of her yet?” Pete called to the bouncer.
    “Nope,” Damien said in a deep baritone voice that rivaled James Earl Jones. He shrugged his bulky muscular shoulders. “But you know how Marianna is. She’ll be in there until closing.” He ran a hand over his head and grinned. “That girl can party like a rock star.” He laughed. “She’s an animal.”
    “You have no idea.” Pete sighed and shook his head as the pedestrians brushed past him. It was almost two in the morning, but the city sidewalks were always bustling. He loosened his tie and undid the top button of the collar, which had been strangling him since he put it on. He hated wearing a tie. It was almost as irritating as this job.
    Pete ran a hand through his short dark hair and let out a slow breath, which puffed a cloud of mist into the crisp January night. No sense in trying to bullshit himself because it wasn’t the job that was irritating. It was the woman at the center of the job who had the ability to piss him off more than anyone he’d ever met, and she stirred up other uncomfortable emotions that were less than professional.
    When Dante had asked if he could look out for his twin sister and keep an eye on her while she was staying in New York, what the hell could he say? Dante was his boss, but he’d also turned into more of a friend, so obviously, his answer was going to be yes.
    Keeping an eye on a regular guy’s sister would be a no-brainer for any ex-cop, but Dante and his sister were anything but the usual folk. They were Amoveo—shapeshifters—and until a couple of months ago, he was like the rest of the human race and had no idea that they existed.
    Sometimes he longed for that blissful ignorance.
    He watched a few more clubgoers wander into the dark, city night. They had no idea that an ancient race of dream-walking, telepathic shapeshifters lived side by side with them right under their noses.
    When Dante asked Pete to take on this glorified babysitting job, he neglected to mention how ridiculously hot his sister was. Hot wasn’t adequate enough. The woman was stunning. Long, curly waves of espresso-colored hair almost perfectly matched the unique shade of brown in her hypnotic, almond-shaped eyes. Those eyes, the ones that seemed able to see right through him, made Pete more nervous than the fact that she could shift into a bear.
    He’d been around plenty of beautiful women in his life. Hell, since working as a driver for Inferno Securities, he’d been exposed to some of the hottest women around, but none