Adam sat on the bus stop bench, a few doors down from the detective’s house. He’d retrieved his clothes after
Wren paced the hotel room. It was a nice one, complete with mini-bar, but after Paris it just seemed so
The massive werewolf simply picked up one of the cars and tossed it aside as it kept moving toward Stasya.
He glared. Ash made a whining sound, then pawed at his leg. “Mine.” Ash whimpered. “You ate your share already.”
Wren sat down on the patio chair, looking out over the view. Ordinarily she’d call the building a villa, but
“Your pet is…” Sima poured wine before offering Wren a glass. “Fascinating.” She took a sip of her own wine.
Wren frowned when she realized the other half of the bed was empty. She picked up the robe and drew
Wren glanced at where Adam sat in the corner of the room. He was human for now. Renee had been
Adam shivered in the cage. The hag had taken Wren to her bed again. The frightening thing was that it
Wren was going on about how exciting it must have been to fly. Adam sighed and shook his head. “What’s