"Stop! She had said that in a tone that smelled of gunpowder. The werewolf immediately backed off.

"Excuse me. I'm a moron. I really appreciate everything you do for me, and even him!

She relaxed. "I'm dead, the champagne will be for tomorrow, in the meantime, a big glass of water and I'm off to bed.

"I'm a little hungry…" Don't be embarrassed. I'm going. When five minutes later Lawrence came to join her in the bedroom, he found her asleep on her stomach, her arms outstretched and her hands dragging on the floor, fully clothed. He settled his mattress as close to her as he could, and he too...