Chapter 6
“You woke us in the middle of the day for a loaf of bread?” Cynthia was every bit as fierce as her nighttime self, except with messier hair and a scowl worse than her beak.
Since diffusing the situation with bread was a failure, I slipped into my true form. My scales felt safer with the news I bore. The werecrows squawked and squinted, the daylight stinging their eyes. Ishmael hunched his shoulders at me, gaze thunderous. “What is the meaning of this, Jorrah?”
“A kid could look through the window, Jor!” Nella said, flapping her arms.
I took a deep breath. “There’s a vampire in the city,” I said. “The people were blaming you.”
Every face turned to me then, very much awake. After several moments of silence, Ishmael asked, “Then why are you in here?”
“I had to warn you,” I sai
