“I’m not. Because I have no idea what the Loyals are.”
“Max is not a Loyal.”
“Sure. He’s not a brook trout, either. I’m not making any ontological claims on him, but he did attack me.”
“You are”—she takes an angry step closer—“a liar.”
“Leave us.” Lowe’s sharp voice reminds us that we’re not alone in the room. We turn at once. And we’re equally shocked to see that he’s addressing Juno.
“She’s lying,” Juno insists. It’s getting a little ridiculous, the way she points at me like I’m a mugger who yanked her purse away. “You should punish her.”
I snort out a laugh. “Yes, Lowe. Spank me and take away my TV privileges.”
“You blade-eared leech.”
“Juno. Out.”
However the hierarchy works among the Weres, it must be strict. Because Juno clearly wants to stay and ground me with her claws, bu
