*Gabriel*
I am fantastically annoyed. I have tramped off to meet Luna Dagobert, managing to extract myself from a crowd of she-wolves only after a young she-wolf practically importuned me on the spot. She has powdered her face so heavily that her eyes glow like bits of coal, desire smoking from her white face.
I only manage to escape by grabbing Toloose’s arm as he strolls by and pretending that we are bosom friends.
“Miss Emily Gill,” Toloose says. “You can’t blame her, poor thing. She got her materialistic side from her father, and the jowls from her mother.”
“I dIdn’t even notice any jowls,” I mutter, walking fast. “Her eyes have me backing up until I was about to fall into the lake.”
“She made a dead set for me last year,” Toloose says cheerfully. “She gave up only after I told he
