Claire found herself staring at his feet, which were in bunny slippers. Myrnin looked down. "What?" he asked. "They're quite comfortable." He lifted on to look at it, and the ears wobbled in the air. "Of course they are," she said. Just when she thought Myrnin was getting his mental act together, he'd do something like that. Or maybe he was just messing with her. He liked to do that, and his dark eyes were fixed on her now, assessing just how weirded-out she was. Which, on the grade scale of zero to Myrnin, wasn't much.
Rachel CaineMichael!โ Oliverโs voice came faint through the front door. โSomething you should see, my boy! Look out your windows!โ โTrap,โ Shane said instantly, and reached out to grab Michaelโs arm as he walked by. โDonโt, man.โ โWhatโs he going to do? Make faces at me?
Rachel CaineAnybody else think that was weird?โ Shane asked as they got into the car. Eve sent him an exasperated glance; the three of them were, of course, in the backseat. Amelie had the front, with Michael. โYa think? In general, or in particular?โ โWeird that we got through the entire thing, and I didnโt have to hit anybody.โ There was a moment of silence. Michael said, as he started the car, โYouโre right, Shane. That is strange.
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