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The lawyer's assistant, who was scribbling down notes, lit right up. "Magic is supposed to affect electricity like that. I've read that wizards can't be in the same room with things like computers and stuff." I knew where she'd read that. I bit my

Alpha of the Vltava Pack. Been around since the Middle fucking Ages. Apparently a baker-of all the sodding things for a fearsome Alpha to be. We are glad we don't have to tell people our Alpha is a motherehumping baker.

You are arrogant and overstep your bounds," I told him, pointing my cleaned fork at him. "I try," he said with false modesty.

That the feeling I got from them through the pack bonds was eagerness for the hunt was a testimony that all werewolves are crazy.

I'll remember your words," he told her with returned seriousness, though he pictured Anna taking her grandmother's rolling pin after the ghosts who haunted him, and it made him want to...smirk again.

Yes. She had picked out the tiles in the kitchen, hadn't she? I regarded Aiden with a little more favor than I'd felt before.

He slept on the foot of my bed. When I suggested he might be more comfortable in his room, he regarded me steadily with ice-colored eyes. Where does a werewolf sleep? Anywhere he wants to.

Sometimes the thought had occurred to me that Adam dressed so civilized in his silk shirts and hand-tailored suits as a shield against the wildness within him.

The hospital issue was a pale beige color that made my Native-toned skin look greenish.

movement in the small room left him directly between Wellesley and Anna. "She is a baby—and we know

Mercy," said my mother thoughtfully, "you never told me your werewolf neighbor was quite that hot.

It hasn't been out in a good long time," said Zee. "It's a little giddy." "Giddy," I said.

Renegade Cantrip agents is our working hypothesis

Her pink hair helped her cheerful act—hard to look sad with pink hair—even if her eyes were a little pink, too.

Give that wolf of yours a nudge for me. I do love Russian men.

You don't want me as your mate, Mercy, so why are you miffed that my wolf finally admitted defeat?

Sleeping was not the usual reaction people had when he pointed out that he killed people.

Life's but a walking shadow,' Mercy, 'a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more.' " He countered my Dylan Thomas with Shakespeare

Like a flytrap," Ben said, hesitating before he entered the foyer. "You know—open maw to sucker the flies inside." "Thanks for that," I said, and he grinned, though he didn't look any less spooked.

What's next on your reading list?

Gruesome as it was, I had to admit the head was easier to pack into the Jetta than a whole body would have been, especially since there was no upholstery or carpet in the space where (hopefully) someday a backseat would reside.

They're our scary-dangerous werewolves., and they only eat people they don't like.

It's my privilege," I said carefully, trying not to tweak his pride, "to do those things that are easier for me than for you. You do the same for me. Let me deal with her.

C'est moi, c'est moi,'tis I,' I told him. It seemed appropriately melodramatic, though I didn't know if he'd catch the reference. I shouldn't have worried. Unexpectedly, he laughed. "Trust you to quote Lancelot rather than Guinevere.