Page 59 of Fang Fatale

Her smile fades as she gets a better look at me.

"How bad was this one?"

Warm bread.

Honey.

Paint thinner.

The unmistakable scent of Dandy's latest artistic disaster.

He sits at the kitchen table meticulously picking seeds off the crust of a sandwich.

He looks up.

"You look like you've been shot."

"Not yet."

I look at Birdie.

"There's another hunter."

"A shifter."

"Mason Weir."

"He's working for Brooks."

Unlike me...

"He won't knock before he comes inside."

Birdie's expression barely changes.

Something behind it does.

"Convenient."

Her voice is calm.

"The man hired to drag me home..."

"...is warning me about the other man hired to drag me home."

"Birdie—"

"It's a trick."

She folds her arms.

"You scare me into running."

"You follow me."

"You finally learn where I really hide."

"He's scared."