I see them stiffen as they realize what I am, and the sudden wariness in their eyes is almost gratifying.
When they don’t say anything, I smile and say coolly, “Maybe you should leave before I really lose my temper. You won’t like me if I lose my temper. My therapist says I have unresolved anger issues. You know how that is. I might just do something insane.”
They seem to take me for my word, and I watch them scatter out the door, their tails between their legs.
On the days I don’t despise my deadbeat of a father, I’m grateful to him for contributing to my warlock half.
Some of the customers laugh. While I feel amused, I know that panther shifters aren’t so easy to shake off. Once they regroup and really feel the insult of what I just did, they’ll come sniffing around, more vengefu
