"Curran lunged through the window He was huge, neither a man, nor a lion. Curran's usual warrior form stood upright. This creature moved on all fours. Enormous, bulging with muscle under a gray pelt striped with whip marks of darker gray, six hundred pounds at least. His head was lion, his eyes were human, and his fangs were monster. So that's what the Beast Lord with no brakes looked like. He landed on the floor of my living room. Muscles twisted and crawled, stretching and snapping. The gray fur melted, fading into human skin, and Curran stood on my carpet, nude and pissed off, his eyes glowing gold. His voice was a deep snarl. "I know he's here. I can smell him." I felt an irresistible urge to brain him with something heavy. "Did you lose your sense of smell? Saiman's scent is two hours old." Golden eyes burned me. "Where is he?" "Under my bed." The bed went airborne. It flew across the living room and slammed into the wall with a thud. That was just about enough of that. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" "Saving you from whatever mess you got yourself into this time." Why me? "There is no mess! It's a professional arrangement." "He's paying you?" Curran snarled. "No. I'm paying him." He roared. His mouth was human, but the blast of sound that shot out of it was like thunder. "Ran out of words, Your Majesty?" "Why him?" he growled. "Of all the men you could have, why would you hire him for ?" "Because he has the best equipment in the city and he knows how to use it!" As soon as I said it, I realized how he would take it. The beginnings of another thundering roar died in Curran's throat. He stared at me, mute. Oh, this was too good. I threw my hands up. "The lab! I'm talking about his lab, not his dick, you idiot."