Clyde had been filled in on the basics and didn't look happy. When Sebastian had been off in the bathroom, Shamira asked to check in on her from time to time at the office and make sure she was all right. Clyde promised, looking more than a little offended by Patrick's behavior. He was under the same restricts as Shamira about not exposing their world, but she was confident that the werewolf had "ways" of doing things.

"Thanks for driving," Shamira said as the car rumbled to a stop.

"No sweat. I'm glad you can be within three feet of me and not scream, faint, or punch me."

Shamira rolled...