Good, I thought.
Any woman I'd allow to have Samuel would have to have a sense of humor.
"The fangs gave it away--or maybe the tail.
You saved me again--and then you left, and all I knew was your first name." "I scared you," he said starkly.
She gave him a half smile, but clenched her hands.
"Well, yes.
But it seems I scared you worse because you ran away for .
.
.
a very, very long time, Samuel." He looked away from her gaze--the most dominant werewolf in the Tri-Cities, and he couldn't meet her gaze.
Didn't he see that even if he scared her, she still wanted him? She tried to take another step toward him and stopped.
I could smell her terror, sharp and sour.
She backed away from him with a little sigh.
"It is very good to see you again, Samuel," she said.
"Because of you I am whole and here all these centuries after my father would have destroyed me.
Instead, his body long ago fed his beasts and the trees of his forests." Samuel bowed his head and, to the floor, he said, "I'm glad you are well--and apologize for causing your panic attack today.
I should have stayed out .
.
." "Yes.
Panic attacks.
They can be pretty .
.
." She looked at Zee, who was back in his chair looking as relaxed as if he'd spent the last ten minutes watching a very boring soap opera.
"Did I hurt anyone, Siebold?" "No," he said, folding his arms.
"Just true-named our wolf, and told Mercedes and Jesse the story of the Silver Borne." She looked at me, then at Jesse, maybe to see how frightened we were.
Whatever she saw reassured her because she gave a shy smile.
"Oh, that's good.
Good." Her shoulders relaxed, and she turned her attention back to Samuel.
"I don't have them often anymore.
Not at all with mortal canines.