I told you, none of your business. Like your new boyfriend, he said, his voice was mild, but his eyes weren't. Maybe it was because the body was right at our feet. In fact, she sat hunched at the table, over the coffee mug, like a hangover victim.
How I'd told them to take Ronnie home. I can catch some of it, but probably not all of it. Micah drove, and Nathaniel got in the back. Clay, the new blond werewolf, was at the door.
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