Chapter 23Namir’s belly brushed against the ground as he crept forward. Ximena’s arms were tight around his neck. She wasn’t strangling him, but it wasn’t far from. He’d crossed the road and gone into the garden of the house the guard had exited with the coffee cups.
Ximena wore a red shirt, which made him itch. He melted in with the surroundings, she did not. Had it been warmer, he’d taken it off her. Her skin would’ve been better camouflage than the red fabric, but she was already too cold. The January air was unforgiving, and she wasn’t wearing a jacket.
Her hold on him tightened, and he almost hissed as she pressed on his larynx. As if she realized what she was doing, she lowered her hands a fraction. Then he heard footsteps. Had she heard them before he had? Did jaguars have better
