Phantom Warriors: Saber-Tooth by Jordan Summers Read Free Book Online Page A

forced her anger down. She’d never, in all her years of
    tracking, endangered an animal or civilians. To say otherwise was an insult. What she’d
    experienced with Kegar wasn’t mere fucking. The fact that Roger had reduced it to
    sounding like a vulgar act truly pissed her off. “You know better than to accuse me of
    animal cruelty and it’s none of your business who I see.”
    He snorted and walked back into the living room. “You’re right. It’s not like he’ll be
    around long now that you’ve lain like an iceberg beneath him. A guy can only take so
    much cold. It was a guy, wasn’t it?”
    A growl sounded in the other room. Katy’s eyes widened and she sent up a silent
    prayer that Kegar would stay put, but she knew that would be too good to be true. A
    flash of movement was the only warning Roger got when the giant cat leapt for him.
    Claws extended and mouth open ready to eviscerate, the saber-tooth brought Roger
    down, slamming him onto his back with a loud crash. Its ears were pinned and its teeth
    exposed, daring the man to move. Roger shifted a shoulder and the cat growled,
    slapping one enormous paw onto Sylvan’s chest. It flexed its claws just enough to draw
    blood.
    Roger yelped and then glanced at Katy for help. “Are you nuts?” he asked, his voice
    coming out in a strained whisper. “This thing could’ve killed you.”
    Katy shook her head, her gaze seeking the creature’s face. Green eyes met blue.
    I told you I wasn’t like your people.
    She gasped. “Kegar?”
    Your heart knew the truth all along.
    “But how?”
    “Who are you talking to?” Roger hissed as the cat brought his nose down to his
    throat.
    “I’d be quiet if I were you, Roger.”
    He whimpered. “If I scream, those two men will burst through the door and kill this
    thing on sight.”
    Katy shook her head. “If you scream, that saber-tooth will gut you from neck to
    groin.”
    He paled, his gaze going back to the seven-inch serrated teeth.
    “I asked you a question, Kegar.”
    I answered with the truth. I am not from this planet. I came here seeking a mate and I found her
    in the guise of a huntress. You will be worshipped and cherished on my planet, Katy. You will
    never have to want for a thing. You have my vow…and my heart, if you want it. We can leave
    immediately.
    “I can’t leave L.A.” She wrapped her arms around her and felt tears burn her eyes as
    she glanced at the quiet emptiness of her home. He was offering her love—or at least the
    chance of it. That was something Katy hadn’t experienced since her parents died. Kegar
    couldn’t be serious. She barely knew him, yet she wanted so badly to believe.
    What do you have here? This home? A job? I have a home. It is in need of your touch, but it is
    comfortable and I know you would like it. You could continue your work there unimpeded.
    “You need a tracker?”
    No, but my people do. What I need is you.
    Could she leave? He was right about there being nothing left for her here. It would
    be a miracle if she managed to avoid jail time. Katy watched Kegar for a few moments,
    then glanced at Roger. A year ago, he’d convinced her she was frigid. He’d told her she
    could keep her job because he felt sorry for her. She’d swallowed his words like a tonic
    and allowed them to poison her self-esteem until she was afraid to move, to change her
    circumstances. He wouldn’t be giving her another chance at the job and she didn’t want
    one. Kegar had opened her eyes to new possibilities. It was time for her to shore up her
    courage and strike out. This time she wouldn’t be alone.
    “Kegar, let him up.”
    The cat hissed.
    “Please, Kegar. If what you say is true, then we don’t need him anymore.”
    The cat eyed her warily, then stepped back, retracting his claws. Blood sprang to the
    front of Roger’s shirt. The saber-tooth walked across the room to stand by Katy’s side.
    She dropped her hand onto its head and began to stroke his soft fur. A