“I’d like to know what we’re dealing with, yeah.”
“Now?”
“Unless you need specific tools, or have a previous engagement. Is it bath time?”
“You want to see my fangs. Now.”
His look is vaguely pitying.
“It’s just . . .” I’m not sure what’s so concerning about the idea of him seeing them. Maybe I’m just remembering being nine, and the way my Human caregivers always stopped smiling the second I began. A driver, making the sign of the cross. A million other incidents through the years. Only Serena never minded. “Is this a trap? Are you looking for an excuse to watch my entrails fertilize the plumbago?”
“Would be highly inefficient, since I could just push you and no one in my pack would question me.”
“What a beautiful flex.”
He makes a show of hiding his hands behind his back. “I’m har
