He snarled. I showed him my teeth. A rolled-up newspaper landed on my head and then on Jim’s. “None of that in my house!” Oh my gods. The alpha of Clan Cat just got smacked with a rolled-up newspaper.

I reached over and squeezed Curran’s hand. “Come on, you, me, a platter of barely seared meat, it will be great. If we see the navigators, we can make fun of the way they hold their forks.

Oh, Gods." His eyes shone with want and predatory satisfaction. "The name's William. It's a common mistake.

I know it's late, but could you find a book for me? It's called The Slavs: Study of Pagan Tradition by Osvintsev." Barabas sighed dramatically. "Kate, you make me despair. Let's try that again from the top, except this time pretend you are an alpha." "I don't need a lecture. I just need the book." "Much better. Little more growl in the voice?" "Barabas!" "And we're there. Congratulations!

I realized that I'm a child." William looked point-blank at her chest. "No.

Perhaps I just wasn't scary enough. Maybe I should invest in some horns or fangs.

Maybe if I prayed to Miss Marple, she’d hook me up with a clue