Camryn said. Ry opened the door and urged her inside her cottage. “It was. Marcus seems like a decent man.” “He’s not stupid. Nanu slipped a couple of times. He needs to remember his English because we don’t want to attract attention.” A tap sounded on the door Ry had just closed. Camryn scented the new arrival, the quick rise of tension fading into welcome. “It’s Max.” She opened the door and grinned at her twin. “I missed you so much. It’s gonna be hard to leave, although Ry says we can come and visit again.” Her twin’s smile faltered, and her feline senses picked up the strain in his body, his discomfort. “What is it? What’s wrong?” she asked. “Come in,” Ry said. Max dithered on the doorstep then sighed, his shoulders drooping into a pose resembling misery. He cleared his throat, shot them an apologetic look. “Ellen said if I don’t return to the house in half an hour, she’ll call the authorities.” He focused on Ry. “She’s worried you’re going to attack me.
