A lot of it.
Some of the fae bleed odd colors, but this was all a dark red that pooled black in the dim light a yard or so from the edge of the rug where the kill had been made.
It hadn't been too long because the edge of the pool of fluid was still wet.
But the victor had dragged the body over a pile of book boxes and found a secluded place hidden behind several leaning stacks in the far corner of the basement where the weak light I held wouldn't penetrate.
"Sam?" I asked.
"Sam?" The sound of feeding paused.
Then a shadow darker than the things around it flowed over the stacks and crouched on top of the remaining piles of books, flattened to keep from bumping into the ceiling.
For a moment, I thought it was the fae, because the wolf was so drenched in blood that he was almost black.
Then white eyes caught my desk light, and Sam growled.
"SO," I ASKED SAM AS WE HEADED BACK TOWARD KENNEWICK, "what do you think we can do to resurrect the love of life in your human half? Because I don't think that this is working.
You almost lost it there, my friend." Sam whined softly and put his head on my lap.
I'd cleaned both of us in Phin's bathroom as best I could.
His white fur was more pink than white still, and he was soaking wet.
Thank goodness the Rabbit had a powerful heater.
"Well, if you don't know," I muttered, "how am I supposed to figure it out?" He pressed his head harder on my thigh.
He'd almost killed me tonight.
I'd seen the intent in his eyes as he'd raised his hindquarters--and knocked over the boxes he was perched on, already precariously tipped during his battle with the fae.
It was the kind of mistake that Samuel would never have made, and it had thrown off his attack.
He'd landed short of me, on top of the broken office chair.
He'd put a foot through the space between the arm and the seat and during the struggle to free himself had remembered that we were friends.
From the lowered tail and head, I think he'd scared himself almost as much as he'd scared me.
We'd spent a long time in that bookstore, so the traffic had subsided somewhat, though it was still pretty busy.
I took my right hand off the steering wheel and ran my fingers through the fur behind Sam's ears.
His whole body relaxed as I rubbed.
"We'll manage it," I told him.
"Don't you worry.
I'm a lot more stubborn than Samuel is.
Let's go home and dry us both off.
Then I think .
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