But cold. Cold as her nerves, as her heart. Edgar was dead. And the male she wanted more than life itself had just been reunited with the female who’d saved him from madness. His best friend. The beautiful dark-haired Pantera female who’d rushed him like a linebacker—like a woman who’d found the love of her life once again. Tears pricked her eyes and she dove beneath the surface. Was this really her fate? To lose the one person on earth who truly understood her heart? Her lungs started to ache and she kicked up toward the early morning sunlight. But what greeted her when she surfaced was a golden puma standing stock-still on the shore. Its silver eyes were wide with fear, but when it saw her, relief took over. It growled at her. “What do you want, Séverin?” she called, moving into shallower water until her feet made contact with the bottom of the bayou. “Everything’s fine here. You can go back to your reunion.” She sounded like a jealous, insecure bitch. Probably because she was one.
