Duprey grinned at her like a Cheshire cat, holding out the silver cords in his gloved hands. Eudora gave him a small, syrupy-sweet smile and held her wrists out in front of her. He grabbed her roughly, coiled the cords tightly around her wrists, and waited. And waited. His mouth drooped open under his bushy mustache. The silver cords did not burn her flesh. They didn't even leave a mark on her honey-gold skin. That prompted him to put his nose close to her neck and sniff her skin. Her scent was faint, but she was definitely a were — so how was she not affected by the silver bonds? In fact, she tipped them this way and that in front of her so the silver sparkled in the light. "Pretty," she purred.
"What the hell are you, girl?" Duprey growled, and shoved her roughly into the back of the Bl
