Chapter Fifty One

She took a deep sniff and then, "What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice highly unfriendly.

Renata strolled out of the darkness. "Damn hard to sneak up on you, you know that? We miss you inside," the werejaguar added, tilting her head toward the house. "But you probably don't much care, do you? Shamira, I'm not going to apologize for what I did. Shane says to put someone in the cell, I do it. I can't let how I feel cloud my judgment or stop me from my duty. None of us can. But Banshee and I both hated what Shane wanted us to do and we told him so. How long are you going to hold this against us?"

"I'm immortal. I guess that means I can hold grudges a damn long time. And what is this about telling him how mad you were after the fact? That's like making your last stand after the Alamo has burnt to the ground. Too little, too late." Shamira turned to walk away.

"So that's it?" Renata said, her frustration spilling over in her voice. "You're going to ali