The Texas Shifter's Mate

“My mother, who’s also a Shifter, married her father. He’s Mer. Nantha was very young.”

“What happened to her mother?” This from Shayla.

He forced himself to meet her gaze. When he did, again the flare of attraction zinged through him. “She died shortly after Nantha was born.”

“When exactly did your sister vanish?” Maddie asked, pen poised. “How long has she been missing?”

“Sunday. Two days ago.”

“She’ll be needing to get back to the water soon,” Shayla added. “Especially if she spent the weekend on land. One week is about as long as we can go. But I imagine you already know that, right?”

He nodded. “That’s one of our main concerns. Though Ion says it’s ten days.”

Lips pursed, which somehow made her look even sexier, Shayla considered. Finally, she shrugged. “That’s pushing it, but he’s right. I’ve made it that long. It wasn’t pretty—I got sick. But once I was back in the water, I was fine.”

“What have you done so far attempting to locate her?” Maddie asked. “Did you check with the Pack Protectors? I think they might help in a case like this, since she’s related by marriage.”

Momentarily startled, he stared. Even though he knew she could tell by his aura that he was a Shifter, he hadn’t told her what kind of animal he became. While he was Wolf, and definitely part of the Pack, he could just as well have been another species entirely.

However, if this helped with finding his sister, he saw no problem with breaking a few rules. “Yes, I’ve already enlisted the help of the Pack Protectors. They promised to let me know if they heard anything about a missing Mermaid.” He grimaced. “I have to say, they didn’t seem really concerned.”

“They’ve probably got more pressing Pack business,” Maddie said, her tone commiserating. “But at least you got the word out with them.”

“True. I really wish there was some sort of investigative agency where supernatural beings could turn to for help, besides the Pack Protectors.” He took a deep breath, willing himself to sound calm rather than desperate. “I’ve done all I could think of on land. And since I’m not a Merman, I have to believe my stepfather is conducting a thorough search under the water. I’m trying really hard not to think about the horrible things that might have happened to a naïve and sweet young woman like my sister. I just wish I could hire someone to look for her. Someone who could travel under the sea.”

Shayla went very still. She and Maddie exchanged a glance.

The two women exchanged another glance.

“That might be possible,” Shayla began, her voice low and serious.

“It just might,” Maddie agreed, looking at him. “But Shayla and I were just talking about starting up our own private investigative agency. It’s been a lifelong dream of mine.” When she paused, Shayla took over.

“Maddie’s family used to run one. She got her feet wet, so to speak, working for her father. Maybe you could be our first customer.” She grimaced. “I guess it depends how desperate you are. While she knows her way around the business, I have zero experience. But I’m Mer, and can search underwater.”

Looking into her emerald green eyes, he didn’t even hesitate. “Yes. I’m in. Find my sister.”

Shayla shook her head. “Don’t you even want to know what we charge?”

Though he wanted to say he didn’t care what it cost, as long as they were successful, he knew better. “I’m sure it will be reasonable. Just get me the details as soon as possible. Of course, I’ll also pay any expenses incurred in the search.” He couldn’t believe his luck. Having another Mermaid hunt for his sister beneath the sea, and a Shifter who could help with the on-land search, was more than he’d hoped for. He glanced at his watch, jiggling his leg in impatience. “The sooner you can get started on finding her, the better.”

“We’ll need you to sign a contract,” Shayla said smoothly. “We’ll need to get that document drawn up. Can you meet us back here tomorrow night around eight?”

“Definitely.” He pushed to his feet. “Finally, I feel like I’m doing something constructive. I’ll see you ladies tomorrow.” Bracing himself, he looked at Shayla first and held out his hand.

When she took it, an electric shock rushed from his fingers up his arm. Her eyes widened, letting him know she likely felt it, too. The way she jerked her hand free confirmed it. So it wasn’t just one-sided. Interesting.

Curious to see what would happen, he turned to Maddie; they also shook. Nothing happened. Absolutely nothing. He wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or worried.

“Until we have the paperwork signed, please consider this a handshake agreement,” he said. “That way, you can get to work immediately.”

“We will,” Shayla replied. “We’ll do our best to find her.”

“Thank you.” He felt like a bit of the weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Even if they were totally inexperienced, having a Mermaid assisting was huge. At least he was no longer searching alone. “I appreciate your help more than you know.”

“Do you mind leaving the photo with us?” Shayla asked. “We can show it around. I assume you have another copy?”

“I can print one.” He handed it over. “I’ll see you tomorrow night.” He left the bar, feeling more hopeful than he had since Sunday night.

Chapter 2

Shayla watched him go, her fingers and arm still tingling. Damned if there wasn’t something about that man. “Now we’ve done it,” she told Maddie. “We’ve got to make this work. That man is pinning his last hope on us.”

“And rightly so.” Maddie’s confidence made Shayla smile. “I’m a damn good police dispatcher, though I’m ready to do something else. A paranormal private investigation agency would be perfect, especially since I grew up with one, even though my family dealt with humans. I know the ins and outs of human law enforcement in this city. Plus, I have contacts. All of that’s got to count for something, right?”

Shayla nodded. “It’s interesting that I just said I wouldn’t mind finding something else to occupy my time. I’ll need to do some research. I know next to nothing about private investigators. We need to look into rates so we know what to charge. Do we need to get licensed?”

“Only if we plan on working with humans.” Maddie grinned. “Since we don’t, I think we’ll be okay without one.”

“True.” Shayla grinned back. “We’re also going to need a name. Something catchy.”

“I’ve got that covered. I already know what we’ll call ourselves,” Maddie said. “Perfect for a paranormal private investigation firm.” She gave a dramatic pause.

Crossing her arms, Shayla waited her out.

Finally, Maddie made her pronouncement. “We’ll call ourselves the Shadow Agency. Since so many of us operate in the Shadows.”

“I like that,” a sultry voice said. Carmen Vargas had come up to their table unnoticed. It was one of the more unnerving skills Vampires had. She pulled out a seat and smiled at them. “Especially since Shadows are a huge part of my life. Even more so than yours.” With her blond, spiky short hair and bright blue eyes, Carmen looked like anything but the Vampire she was. “So what exactly are you two up to now?”

Maddie told her. “And we already have our first client.”

“I want in.” Carmen leaned forward, her long silver earrings catching and reflecting the dim light. “Who better to work in the Shadows than a Vamp?”

Shayla considered her. “What about your job?” Carmen worked nights as a government researcher and scientist.

“It won’t be a problem. I set my own hours. I’d love to help you two get this business off the ground.”

Maddie nodded. “We just came up with the idea a few minutes ago. But if Shayla agrees, I think the three of us would make great partners.”

“Yes.” Shayla’s answer came immediately. “Let’s talk specifics.”

Over the next several hours, with Maddie taking notes, they hammered out all the details they could think of for their new business, the Shadow Agency. Since they wouldn’t be dealing with humans at all, they decided not to incorporate or worry about insurance. Shifters, Merfolk and Vampires weren’t the type to sue if something went wrong—they’d just get even.

“We need to decide on rates,” Maddie said next. “Since we’ll be splitting the payment three ways.”

“Not necessarily,” Shayla said. “I think the initial fee should go to the company. Each of us will be paid by the company depending on how much work we put in to each case. For example, this missing Mermaid. If I do a lot of underwater investigating, then I would bill the Shadow Agency for my time. Ditto on any time either of you devote to it. All of our payments come from the company rather than the client.”

“That makes sense.” Carmen flashed her white teeth in a smile. “I think this calls for another round of drinks.” She signaled Johnny, who dipped his head in acknowledgment.

“I think we need to get busy,” Maddie started to protest. “Time matters when someone has been abducted.”

“True,” Carmen agreed. “But Shayla can’t exactly jump into the ocean right now, so it’s going to have to wait until morning.”

Maddie looked from one to the other. “One more drink,” she finally agreed. “And then I want to go home and get started on the computer at least. I’ll start calling my contacts in the morning.”

“What are you drinking?” Shayla asked. Broken Chains kept a wide variety of exotic blood for its Vampire clientele, along with usual bar beverages, both alcoholic and non.

“This is European Farmer,” Carmen said, draining her wineglass. “First time I’ve tried it. Pretty good, too.”

Shayla shuddered. “I’ll just stick with my wine,” she told her friends.

“Me, too.” Maddie raised her nearly empty glass. “Beer is better than blood, at least for me.”

“I beg to differ.” When she took another sip, Carmen deliberately flashed her fangs. As she’d known it would, this made the other two laugh.

Though Maddie had to be at work the next morning, the three of them ended up staying until last call. Shayla had switched from alcohol to seawater, though Maddie had continued to drink beer. She claimed her Shifter metabolism gave her a higher tolerance. This seemed true, since in all the time Shayla had known her, she’d never seen Maddie even tipsy.

Carmen stood, drawing several men’s eyes. Tall and slender, her vivid good looks matched her personality. No one, upon first meeting her, ever suspected her to be a Vampire. She delighted in this and exploited it whenever she could.

“I’ll walk you two out,” Carmen said, showing her teeth. Due to the obscure location of Broken Chains, they had to walk through some sketchy areas of Galveston before they could even catch sight of a cab. And Shayla refused to set foot on the bus. Something about going around the island driven by a complete stranger while packed into a bus with other total strangers made her entire body feel out of tune. Plus, the buses stopped running at eleven thirty. Since tourist season had started, there would be tons of cabs the closer they got to Broadway.

Shayla and Maddie nodded. Carmen knew how much they appreciated her help. More than once they’d been accosted by a human male with bad intent. Though Shayla had taken to carrying a pistol with her, using it would draw more attention than she wanted to deal with. Ditto with Maddie shape-shifting into a Wolf.

Carmen, on the other hand, had no objection to getting a little fresh blood if she had to. Self-defense, she called it. She never took enough to mortally wound anyone, just to weaken them. She’d explained to her friends that not everyone bitten by her would automatically become a Vampire. She had to consciously choose that path, releasing an enzyme when she bit. So far, she’d never made another Vampire. She claimed she wasn’t sure if she ever would.

Which explained why there weren’t a lot more Vampires running around Houston and areas south of there.

Of the three of them, naturally Carmen felt most at home with the dark alleys and empty warehouses. She glided through the shadows, making Shayla realize her friend was a perfect fit for the Shadow Agency. They each had their own set of skills to bring to the table.

Maddie strode along confidently, too. Only Shayla felt off. Not exactly in the moment, somehow. She was conscious of the distant pull of the harbor and the need to soon slip into the water. Land was fun, but it never would be her true home.

Despite the late hour, the other two women were still energized with excitement. Maddie wanted to get started searching immediately and Shayla agreed with her. Carmen, on the other hand, seemed more focused on getting their business up and running. There were, after all, a hundred things that needed to be done. Flyers and business cards made and printed. A mission statement written. Rates and fees for various services agreed upon. She and Maddie chatted back and forth, assigned each other numerous tasks, though Maddie clearly was itching to leave and get busy. Shayla listened, still feeling a bit detached. She wanted to focus on the case at hand first, even though, of the three of them, she had more spare time. Carmen and Maddie, each with their jobs and other activities, would have to parcel out slots of time for this new venture. Maddie also let them know she’d decided to wait before quitting her job, at least until she could be certain her salary would be enough. She had bills to pay.

Since both Shayla and Carmen could set their own hours, neither would be impacted as severely as Maddie if the Shadow Agency failed.

“But it won’t,” Carmen declared, her sultry voice ringing with certainty. “Because we’ve found a niche with a need. As long as we provide good customer service and fulfill that need, we’re a shoo-in for success.”

Shayla nodded, still lost in her thoughts. Maddie noticed.

“You’re awfully quiet.” She elbowed Shayla in the side. “What’s wrong?”

“I can’t stop thinking about that poor missing Mermaid,” Shayla admitted. “Nantha. She’s young. The young ones are often overconfident and reckless. I have a feeling that there’s a lot more to this story than Zach realizes.”

“Or maybe more than he’s letting on,” Maddie interjected.

“No, that wouldn’t make sense,” Shayla argued. “His number one priority is finding his sister. Why would he hide anything, especially if it might be helpful?”

“True,” Carmen said thoughtfully. “I admire the way you’re so focused on this case.”

“She’s also pretty focused on him,” Maddie pointed out.

Carmen’s brows rose. “Really?” she drawled. “I’m guessing he must be easy on the eyes then. So tell me, Shayla. Was he sexy?”

Maddie laughed. Shayla blushed. “Maybe,” she allowed. “He’s Shifter. I’d definitely call him hot. Tall, dark blond hair cut short in one of those deliberately messy styles and light gray eyes. Rugged features, which match his muscles.” She stopped when she realized both her friends were staring at her.

“What?” she asked, her face heating. “You asked if he was sexy. I was just describing him for you.”

The other two women broke out laughing.

“If you think he’s sexy, then he must be to die for,” Carmen teased. “You hardly even notice when I try to put some really gorgeous Vampire men in front of you.”

“Same here,” Maddie interjected. “I’ve made it a habit to have a few of my unattached Shifter friends stop by our table over the last few months, and you didn’t react to any of them.”

Shayla’s blush had become an outright burn. “Well, maybe that’s because this one is different,” she said, flustered.

“Is he now?” In true Carmen fashion, the Vamp wasn’t going to let this go. “Interesting. Very interesting indeed.”

“I agree.” Maddie and Carmen exchanged looks. “Sounds like that’s settled then,” Maddie said. She seemed so satisfied. If she’d been a feline Shifter she would have purred.

Confused, Shayla glanced from one to the other. Her two best friends appeared to find this massively amusing, whatever this might be. Finally, she just had to ask.

“What’s settled?”

“You called dibs!” Both Maddie and Carmen spoke at once, grinning from ear to ear. “Finally. We’re so happy for you. It’s about time.” They high-fived.

Shayla opened her mouth to protest and then closed it. She could tell the more she spoke, the deeper a hole she’d dig. Let them think what they wanted. Zach Cantrell was attractive. She was female, so of course she’d noticed. End of story. Her friends knew better than anyone that she had no intentions of getting involved with a man right now. Not for a long, long time, if ever. Her fiancé had died and she never wanted to feel that kind of pain again.

Later that night, once she’d let herself into her house, she went out on the back deck, the side that overlooked the water. The sounds of the waves lapping up against the shore always comforted her and tonight was no exception.

When she’d first made the impulsive, heartbroken decision to abandon the sea for land, she’d gone upstate, to a small town between Houston and Dallas. The town sat near a large, freshwater lake. She hadn’t realized lakes wouldn’t work the same as the sea, and it had taken her becoming seriously ill for her to understand she’d need to live close to the ocean. So she’d moved to Galveston Island. She’d rented for six months, just long enough to see if she liked it. She did.

Her business procuring and selling rare artifacts found on the ocean floor made more than enough money for her to purchase a single-family home right on the water—a steal at less than a million dollars. From her house, she could not only see the water, but swim in it from her own small, private beach. This brought her peace and no shortage of happiness. And since the house came with a small boat slip, whenever she needed to go under the sea, she simply took the boat out and anchored it before letting her tail grow back.

Perfect solution. She’d truly come to love Galveston Island, even though in the spring and summer it became crowded with tourists. For her, it was the perfect compromise between her new life on land and her old one under the sea.

Maddie lived on the island too, though farther inland, close to The Strand. She shared a small apartment with another woman, also a Shifter. As for Carmen, when anyone asked where she resided, she simply answered in a warning tone that they didn’t really want to know. Shayla assumed that meant a cemetery crypt, but who knew? These days, the Vamps had gotten away from their traditional dwellings. It could be entirely possible that Carmen might have a luxury house or condo near the bay. She had that well-groomed look that money brought.

* * *

The next morning, after her breakfast of kippers and eggs, Shayla went out in her boat. Her body had already begun to let her know she’d stayed away from her natural habitat too long, and, even though Zach Cantrell hadn’t signed a contract yet, she planned to do some investigating while she was under the water. While she didn’t know Ion or his missing daughter, Nantha—just like on land, the Merfolk had numerous cities with thousands of residents—she could still ask around. The news that a Mermaid had gone missing would travel like a tidal wave among her people. For all she knew, it might already have.

The weather couldn’t have been more perfect. Overcast and slightly chilly, the steady mist that fell ensured she’d have privacy on her swim. She motored past Stewart Park, the beach where most of the tourists swam in the late spring and early summer. Since it was late March, a few weeks after spring break, she knew the beach would be mostly deserted, and it was.

She moored her boat about two hundred yards out, in the area where she’d once seen someone conducting a scuba diving class. Dropping her anchor, she slipped out of her raincoat and shirt, leaving only her bikini top. Brightly colored swimsuit tops had become popular among Mermaids, especially since so many of them enjoyed spending time appearing human. With the sea calling her, she slipped over the edge of the boat, beginning the change from legs to tail as soon as her skin hit the icy water.

The first shock of the cold had her sucking in her breath, but then as she slipped under the waves, her Mermaid nature took over, joyfully reuniting with her still-beloved sea. In her grief after losing her fiancé Richard, she’d had to forgive the very nature of the thing that was part of her essence. The marriage had been arranged, true, but the two of them had hit it off immediately, minutes into their first meeting. Sometimes, she’d thought, you meet someone and you just know. They’d both felt that way.

The wedding would unite two separate kingdoms. The celebrations had started immediately. Though they’d met several times in the weeks that followed, they hadn’t yet gotten around to discussing where they would live. Even though she’d known she’d have to move to his kingdom where he would someday rule, she’d been so blinded by love that it hadn’t mattered.

The wedding plans had gone into full gear. It would be an elaborate ceremony with dignitaries attending from seas all over the world. Her dress had been chosen and fitted, the sea anemones ordered and the invitations mailed out.

And then everything had changed in the flip of a fin. Richard had been out celebrating with his friends. He’d been drinking, and was clearly inebriated when he’d run into the massive great white shark in an isolated area.

Shayla often hoped the substantial amount of alcohol meant he hadn’t suffered as much pain.

The shark had later been hunted down and killed, far too late.

The kingdoms had also been stunned. His family went into mourning. Her family did, as well. As for Shayla, her grief turned into rage. She’d gone crazy, acting out, hurting the ones who’d only sought to comfort her. At least as long as she filled herself with fury, she had no room for the pain.

But once this had burned through her, she felt hollow and empty. She became a shadow of her former self, taking comfort in the gray numbness, glad she couldn’t seem to remember how to think, how to feel.

She’d sworn off the sea and tried to turn her back on the ocean. Coming ashore on South Padre Island, she’d headed north, inland, hoping to put as much distance between herself and the water as she could. She’d even managed to convince herself the tales of a Mermaid needing to be around water were old wives’ tales without a single kernel of truth in them.

Now she knew better. She needed the sea as much as she needed air to breathe when she was in her human form.

For its part, the ocean recognized her, too. Just like the land, the sea was a living, breathing organism, and as such, the instant she touched its surface, Shayla became an integral part of it. Joy flooded through her, joy and wonder and a tiny bit of aching grief that she pushed away.

Time to swim. She dove under. As usual, a few minutes passed before her eyes adjusted to the murky depths, but as she swam away from land, gradually going deeper, the entire seascape changed.

Use of sonar by humans to discover shipwrecks had made life more difficult for the Merfolk to keep their cities hidden. But in the deeper parts of the ocean, there were mountains and valleys, just as there were on land, and it was in those valleys where their civilizations had grown. In all of the history of humans, there had only been a few documented instances of them being able to travel so deep, though they’d started using unmanned probes, which Merfolk had taken to destroying if one came too close.

Shayla would have to swim for at least an hour to reach her former home. She’d have to assume that Ion and Nantha had come from the same city, as it was closest to the Gulf coastline of the southern United States and Mexico. Though there were several other possibilities, most farther south, though she knew of at least one settlement northeast near Florida.

In her search for the missing Mermaid, her family’s home seemed like the perfect place to start.

During the long swim, several sea creatures came to say hello. Fish of all kinds, small schools of striped bass, winter flounders, shad and drums, and so many others she stopped trying to identify them. Dolphins, a huge eel and then some sharks, including one ancient great white shark that she carefully avoided. Most times the sharks left Merfolk alone, as they recognized them as fish too large to be taken without a fight. In Richard’s instance, he’d cut himself on some coral. Drunk, disoriented and bleeding, he’d been easy prey for a huge shark.