"HE likes you,” Charles said, folding up the map.

“How do you know that?” she asked.

“People he doesn’t like, he doesn’t talk to.” He started to say something else but lifted his head and stared at the door with a frown instead. “I wonder what he wants?”

Once he drew her attention to it, she heard the car drive up, too.

“Who?” she asked, but he didn’t answer, just stalked out to the living room, leaving her to follow hesitantly.

Charles jerked open the door, revealing the wolf from the funeral. Asil. He had one hand raised to knock on the door. In the other he had a bouquet...