Into the Lair (Falcon Mercenary Group #2)(23)

She took a step forward and grimaced when pain shot up her leg. No amount of alcohol or marijuana managed to take the edge off her discomfort.

Mad Dog was quick to take notice, and he grasped her elbow, all but forcing her to lean on him.

“I’ve got her,” D said calmly as he appeared at her other side. “Go get her pain medication.”

Mad Dog frowned as he looked around at the empty room but nodded and headed for the door.

“I’ll be back in a second,” he said.

“Where you want to sit?” D asked after Mad Dog had left.

“Couch is fine,” she said in a disgruntled tone.

She glanced sharply up at D when his hand trembled around her elbow.

“Are you okay?” she demanded.

He wiped shakily at his brow and refocused his attention on her. “Yeah, just too much weed, I think. Don’t know what you and Mad Dog see in the shit.”

“Yeah, well I don’t either,” she muttered.

She thumped with her crutches while D walked by her side. They were almost to the couch when his hand fell away from her arm and he turned abruptly from her.

“D?” she asked hesitantly as she saw the muscles in his back ripple and spasm.

“Get away from me.”

Fear rocketed through her. She dropped her crutches and twisted, her hands reaching for him. As soon as she touched him, he flinched and bolted away.

He hit the bar, his back still to her, his palms braced on the counter, his entire body heaving with exertion.

Tyana hobbled forward, wincing when her injured leg took the brunt of her weight. But she had to get to the inhibitor that was out in plain sight on the countertop.

Her eyes locked on D as she limped heavily. To her horror, his body contorted and lost its shape. It rippled like some movie special effect. Flashes of orange and fur. A low hiss and then a growl.

Dear God, she wasn’t going to be able to get to him in time. She yelled hoarsely as she lunged the remaining distance for the inhibitor. Pain nearly paralyzed her. Her hand glanced off the bar top, but she caught herself and hauled herself upright, only to find herself staring into the eyes of a Bengal tiger.

Holy f**k.

She licked her lips and backed nervously away. Her leg tangled with the barstool, and she went down with a thump. The tiger growled and closed in on her.

She extended her arm, reaching for her crutch, anything. Something she could defend herself with. This was no longer D. She was eyeball to eyeball with one pissed-off predator.

Ignoring the searing pain and the awkwardness of her cast, she pulled herself along the floor. Just as her fingertips touched the cool metal of the crutch, the tiger leaped.

She yanked the crutch in front of her and jammed it into the cat’s jaws when his mouth would have closed over her throat. The tiger’s upper body landed on her chest, knocking the breath from her.

She shoved the crutch deeper into his jaws, refusing to let go. If she did it would mean her death.

Where the f**k was Mad Dog? The Falcon secondary?

She heard a commotion outside and realized they were coming. What seemed an eternity to her had in reality been a few seconds.

The cat shook his head and growled his displeasure, but Tyana refused to budge. She held onto the crutch for dear life, matching the cat’s movements with her own. Anything to keep those teeth from her flesh.

“D, come back to me,” she pleaded.

“What the f**k?”

Mad Dog’s voice exploded into the room. The cat never looked up, too locked in his battle with Tyana. With a toss of his head, he managed to rip the crutch from Tyana’s grasp. It went sailing across the room, landing with a clatter.

Tyana shoved her hands into the cat’s face, knowing she was now in deep shit.

More voices, more shouts, more pounding of feet. Tyana dimly registered it, but she was focused solely on the tiger and staying alive.

A thin plume of smoke wrapped around the tiger’s neck, twining and twining again. Eli. It whispered through the fur and into the cat’s nostrils.

“No!” she cried. “Eli, don’t kill him.”

The cat snarled and shook his head, forgetting Tyana for a moment as he fought with his invisible assailant.

Then the tiger let out a yelp and his huge body jerked. Tyana looked down to see two syringes protruding from his haunch. Mad Dog and Jonah both tackled the cat, rolling him off her in a tangle of bodies and paws.

She tried to scramble up, but the damn cast made her as helpless as a beached whale. Cursing, she righted herself and crawled upward with her one good leg.

The cat roared in rage as Mad Dog, Jonah and Eli fought to subdue him. More of the Falcon secondary rushed in. Two high-powered rifles were up and trained on the tiger, ready to take a clear shot. She screamed at them to put the guns down.

Two more syringes stabbed into the cat’s fur. A final one in his neck finally made him go limp. His heavy body lolled to the side, and Jonah and Mad Dog cautiously inched away.

Eli came back to form beside Tyana as she pulled herself painfully across the floor toward D.

His arms came around her, and he tugged her to him as he examined every inch of her skin.

“Are you all right?” His hands framed her face, touching and reassuring himself.

“D,” she choked out.

The tiger’s eyes glazed as his head flopped to the floor under the power of the sedative. Already the Falcon secondary swarmed the room, their rifles all pointed at the helpless cat.