The Thing About Weres: A Mystwalker Novel - Plot & Excerpts
Biggs was on the job. Cheeks sucked in, he attempted to level Lexi with a De Niro. I was hoping it would be sooner rather than later before he gave up on his glower. His “You looking at me?” only added more tension to a room already swollen full with it. I was hungry and there was nothing sweet in the cupboards except sugar for the tea. We were making do with hot English Breakfast mixed with as many spoonfuls of the sweet stuff as we could tolerate. Yay. Lexi’s head had lifted when I entered the room, but since then he’d retreated inside himself. Yes, on the surface, he appeared to be relatively content to sit at the table, his hand slowly stroking the ferret he’d freed from the Black Mage’s bag. But inwardly? Another story. His booted foot kept rocking against the chair rung. Annoying. The only living creature in the room who wasn’t irritated, depressed, stressed, or pissed off was the ferret.
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