Avery watched another man's hand on the small of her back and counted, very precisely, how many ways his wolf wanted to kill him.
*Eleven,* Nimor said. *I've got eleven. Twelve if we include the fountain.*
*We're not including the fountain.*
*The fountain is RIGHT THERE, Avery.*
The jazz trio played something slow and sad and expensive. Above the dance floor, the whale skeleton turned slowly on its wires, and the inflatable star bobbed like a judgmental moon.
And in the middle of it all, Arker Delle was dancing with Alina.
He danced well. That was the worst part. He didn't hold her too close. He didn't hold her too long. He turned her under his arm with an easy, practiced grace, and when she came back toward him, he caught her lightly, the way you'd catch something you weren't sure y
