In her spiked heels, she was his same height, and she defiantly stared him down. The rapid staccato beat of her left toe on the stone floor was the only outward indication of her annoyance. “I vet the new subs that you send here. What makes this one so special that I shouldn’t?” The heated look Jason threw in Goldie’s direction made her toes curl. His eyes changed from golden back to their usual deep brown, and he seemed to grow several inches in front of her. How was that possible? If she’d drunk anything since getting here, Goldie would have thought it had been spiked. Jacob pulled her backward and out of the way with a muffled curse as Catalina too grew taller, and her already long fingernails formed claws. Oh good God, girl, that’s it. You’ve lost it completely. Too many late-night horror movies. What next, they sprout fur and bay at the moon? They did neither—of course—what had she been thinking?
