When Mates Collide
Darrell gave his shoulder a stretch, feeling the odd pull of his skin against the stitches. “Who?”
“Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum,” Elliot walked to the window. “Hi, Raine.” He opened the curtains to let in the waning sunlight, acting as though it was no surprise to see the human female back, sitting here in Danny’s living room. But then he froze, said, “Whoa. Wait a minute,” spun around, and sniffed the air.
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