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Did I look like someone who would submit to this, or was Gregor transparently hinting at subjugating other people in this? I stared at my arms. It was no big deal. Sometimes, around the full moon, these things would happen, Gregor's animal instincts would announce themselves as too present, too visible. It wasn't what really worried me, or what really made me run away, but his words, the smell of others in the room, and... ? Viktor nodded. In the face of my silence, his eyes softened like the mattress on that bed. "Gregor isn't the best man in the world," he said, scratching his neck soothingly. He added softly, "No Ashenfur is."

Gregor interrupted, his voice dropping to a deadly, sensual whisper. I froze. Gregor stepped completely into my personal space. He reached out, his cool, long fingers gently brushing away a tear from my cheek. The touch was shockingly gentle, yet it sent a terrifying spike of heat straight to my stomach. “My father is a monster, yes,” Gregor continued, his fingers tracing the line of my jaw. “But I know his wolf. After f*cking his victim, he simply killed them, but you’re here… alive walking around while he’s sleeping calmly….”

"It's nice to meet you." "I'm Jimmy, this is Tom. Thank you for taking us in." Gregor shook hands with Jimmy, then Tom. His rough skin shimmered in the candlelight as his arm moved up and down. Upon closer inspection, he saw that his skin was made up of small grey and brown scales. "I would like to take a look at your supplies now. After we choose, we'll take them and leave you for the evening. You can leave in the daylight. We wouldn't want the satellites to pick you up."

I thought I had it here… Great! So now I want to drag myself out of bed to read some story books. “Over here!” Greg and I follow Aunt Drucella's voice, there is an open book on the desk in front of her, the grim line of her lips tells me something isn't right. “How well do you know the Monogroth?” Greg asks. “Nothing much, except that they are creatures of myth, and extinct. Why?” “Take a look.” Aunt Drucella says, pushing the book in front of me.

Let’s poke the hornet’s nest. I stood in my chamber while Sugar fussed over my hair like she was sculpting a national treasure, and Gregor leaned in the doorway like some medieval gargoyle—broad-shouldered, gray pants, shirt rolled at the sleeves, arms crossed as though he was personally at war with my existence. “You’re scowling again,” I said, examining the jeweled comb in my hair. “What’s the problem? Too shiny? Too Margaux?” “You don’t understand the danger of tonight.” His voice was flat, iron. His wolf lurked close, pacing.

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He looked at me. "The swap," I said. "Can you reverse it." Gregor unfolded his hands. He stood from his chair with the careful movement of a man whose joints had opinions about evening and crossed to the bookshelf along the far wall. He ran his fingers along the spines without looking at them — the touch of someone who knew exactly what was where — and pulled out something that was not quite a book. Older than a book. Bound in something dark that had gone soft at the edges with handling.

I cough when it raises a puff of dust into the air on its way. “I gave you all the ones with more pictures,” Roger murmurs, closing his book and reaching for his next as well. “Wanted to make it easy on you.” My mouth drops open in a little outrage at his implication there but then I see the upturned corner of his lip. “Liar,” I say, smiling down at my book as I open the cover. The title page reads A Complete History of the Cults of the Dark God, 1862. “You just didn’t want to get your hands and clothes dusty touching all these old ones.” Passively, I gesture to my clothes – which are indeed covered in a light layer of grey library dust.

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If I’m close enough to the trees to see the bird, then I want to smell the trees too. A loud thud on the roof startles me, but I settle down immediately, knowing that it’s Hans coming to visit his mate, though it would be nice if he would just use the front door. Sari has been staying here with us to monitor Gregor, who sadly lost his monkey sometime yesterday. It’s hard for us to tell since he still has not been awake for more than mere minutes and hasn’t been able to form coherent words. But Hans says he can’t sense him anymore. That Gregor feels like Cora does and Cora is a human.